On top of a mountain
Cold winds for company
Watching the sun rise
Your thoughts come to me
Like a long-lost treasure
Buried beneath the sea
I lie alone and then
Your thoughts come to me
Enveloped by a pleasure
On the cusp of ecstasy
Through existential highs
Your thoughts come to me
With every moment spent
In each activity
I recognise the truth when
Your thoughts come to me
How To Say I Love You Without Saying I Love You #53
Frank Solanki 
those thoughts are like breathing, always with us.
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