Thoughts, like art at MoMa, search for Mamma ,
Yesterday , I nestled mine in her lap...for comfort,
Today I nestle some-ones', weighty thoughts ,
They slip into my lap, for safekeeping,
Today all is still, even the air... heavy is the weight ,
Of having thoughts , for heavy lies the mind,
Amidst Mindless chatter's prattles, in vacous ethos' din,
Thoughts and minds , in my lap lies quiet...
Now it's time to grow, ever so quietly,
Emerge when ripe, in full glory... a surprise ,
Surprise like light , dawn at last to dispel this dark...
Poem by Pc-3 (09/20/2025)
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