A thought came alive,

But away, it hid.

It stole a glance,

From under my eyelids.

Sometimes from you,

Other times from me.

It seek for words to set it free.

Words to wear,

Some from the lips, It can flee.

Voice can be embraced,

And sway with glee.

But this thought, is a feeling...

Just a feeling.

Like a fragrance floating in the breeze,

A fragrance that is unspeaking.

You try to breath, to live with it,

I'm aware of it.

Out in the open for the world to see,

What is this unknown mistery?

🎁🎁🎁

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