Thoughts like ribbons strewn on the ground
Trailing like wraiths but leaving no sound
If thoughts are things then they should not
Then they should not disappear
Walk away, in silence just like that;
Then they, like rainbows cannot be caught
Then they, like birds can scatter into flight
Then they, like hope can be sought
Or then they can
Like shimmering grains of sand
Take movement and form but out of sight
Thoughts like dreams can fly away
Far, far into the starry night.
Far across a green meadow
Without even leaving the faintest shadow
Blend into clouds, trees, fields and earth
But that is also sometimes the way thoughts take birth.

Rani Turton

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