My Chirping Thoughts

Mornings lose their wisdom,

If the mind fails to produce a thought.

Every day, my heart pens the thought,

And the mind adorns it with worth.

Thoughts begin to chirp,

When the alarm hits the ear drums.

A day without self-written thought,

Is like a null vote.

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