light filled the colored glass ,
glowing as the sunlights pass .
I sat there ,
alone with my thoughts .
just wishing ----
for a cup of tea still brewing ,
a book with its imagination flowing .
cause the mind is self is dangerous ,
and alone in your head it plays a circus .
fooling your eyes ,
tricking your ears ,
it is best not left without restrain .
both a gift ,
yet also a pain .
let me close my eyes ,
and go to sleep.
so all the ideas ,
wouldn't leak.
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Random poems
Poetrypoems have always sprung out from pure emotions , and I guess that is the closest thing to knowing ones mind better .
