Peril of thoughts

I,
speak
and then
quietened

I,
smiled
and then
cried

Smiles,
amidst the sorrows
cries
in the pain

Grief,
in the perils
thoughts
with perks

I,
jot words
thrash them
on the wall

I,
the prescient
me
the narrator

Metta !!
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