Thoughts drift in and out of my mind
So many I cannot recollect, I cannot keep count
But they vanish even before I can pen them down
Receding from my conscious memory
Leaving behind a hint of recollection
A vague sense of having thought of something
Like the slight foam that a wave leaves behind on the sea shore
Thoughts drift into my mind like little clouds
Clouds that I cannot catch, clouds that do not rain down
But then again, it never can rain when the sun shines, can it?

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