Glistening in the Sun
Glistening in the sun,
My thought just sat there.
It had nowhere to go.
It had no one to see.
This thought remained,
Just like me.
It's resemblance to me,
Was remarkable. ]
At last, it seemed,
That I was the thought.
In thinking it was I who sought,
The essence of me.
So the thought and I,
Became a pair,
Resembling happiness,
Glistening in the sun.
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