Forgotten thoughts
~
in the quiet hours
between sleep and conscious
where thoughts play out
a visit was made
to an idea of old
one almost forgotten
it played in an almost dream
with a vivid reality
that it could have been
a memory remembered
no just a thought
nothing more
no reasons found
to why the mind
took a journey of old
to visit forgotten thoughts
some things just happen
in those quiet hours
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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