Thoughts

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    Thoughts

    Thoughts never stop

    Like flowers in a garland,

    Or thorns in a crown

    They just go on

    Pleasing and hurting

    An endless cycle.

     

    Sleep is so blissful,

    Like a ceasefire in war,

    Or a gunshot in the alley,

    Soothing and scaring,

    An escape from reality.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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