A Passing Thought
Like a passing thought upon an empty plate
Like a spitfire that leaves it’s trail of thought in an almost cloudy straight line
Catching a precious thought in my tightly clutched hands
Locking a thought in a dark memory box with a golden key
The thought waiting to one day be set free
Written down with black flowing ink
On a new crisp clean page
The thought will be there until the written beautiful ink fades
So catch a thought and don’t lock it away
Let it be the ink on your life’s written page
So don’t let your thoughts get too far away
Like a spitfire that leaves one of life’s trails
The written word always will prevail
Toria
6/5/2022
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