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Thoughts

In the quiet chambers of the mind, Thoughts, like butterflies, flutter and unwind, Whispers of wisdom, a cerebral ballet, In the theatre of consciousness, they play.

Seeds of ideas take root and grow, In the fertile soil of the mind, they sow. Silent musings, profound and deep, Thoughts in the mind's ocean, vast and steep.

Echoes of memory, a timeless rhyme, Thoughts weaving through the fabric of time. Philosophies blooming in the mental field, A harvest of intellect, richly revealed.

Yet, sometimes, in the mind's vast sea, Thoughts wander, untethered and free In the quietude of contemplative art, The symphony of thoughts finds its heart.