Thoughts Poetry Thoughts November 5, 2020 Maya One fine night I found myselfSurrounded by numerous thoughts. Few were crazy and few were about those who don’t mean a thing to me anymore. I saw a few peeping through the light holesThey consisted of me more than my own. @Maya Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Published by Maya Architect | Counselor | Writer | Believer View all posts by Maya Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...