Thoughts

Silent thoughts come between
sips of a bitter heat.

Breaths hang in the steam,
Quietly, with their lonely kind.

Distant sorrow of struggles,
Joy from militant pain,

Success and failure –
Here they sneaked from mind

down to paper and pen,
Resting blue in lines,

Then onwards. Elsewhere.
Restless from the page.

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