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First thought never comes alone.
Always move, Legions of memories;
Or wishes or sad feelings,
All wrapped into a shell.
Never comes sweetly into view,
Pronounced as some grand mountain…
But hazy, foggy realness stealing pictures,
Stealing sounds of life, and fear.
First thought never joyous in awakening;
Always low and dark… intruding,
Casting sadness into view.
First thought, negative emotion, pain-
Or guilt or fear.
A longing for some peace, some laughter,
For the music to return within my soul again;
And leave me full and happy,
As the sunlight on my morning wall!! …