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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