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Now that my thoughts have come to light,
they wander freely through the night;
bright constellations taking shape
from fragments once too faint to trace.
They drift like seeds on silver air,
seeking new soil anywhere,
soft landing places in the mind
where dreams and waking intertwine.
Some settle near forgotten springs
that murmur half-remembered things;
others climb old, abandoned towers
and ring the bells of hidden hours.
I follow where their trails ignite,
through fields of ink, through pools of light;
their shimmering paths divide the dark
like meteors learning where to spark.
And in their glow, I come to see
the quiet cartography of me,
the winding roads I never knew,
the truths that dawned when thoughts broke through.
For once they learned to rise and roam,
those folded thoughts became my home:
a living map, a lanterned guide,
to all the worlds I hold inside.
©®Madhumita
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