POEM STARTER
‘And with a final bow, the thought was gone.’
Write a poem about a fleeting thought, ending with this line.
Fleeing Thought
Ever get that fleeing thought,
You know the one you spend all night thinking about
But by morning with a final bow, the thought was gone.
Ever get that fleeing thought,
You know the one where you spend all night thinking of all these flourishing thoughts
But by morning with a final bow, the thought was gone.
Ever get that fleeing thought,
Where you finally figure out a way to conquer life
& you gain the courage & confidence to do everything in your power to make things right
But by morning with a final bow, the thought was gone!
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