In a world where thoughts are displayed,
Over our heads like holograms,
A glimpse into our minds portrayed,
For all to see, like open hands.

Words and images, floating up high,
In colors bright, or shadows dark,
A window into the soul's own eye,
Revealing truths, like a spark.

Some thoughts are pure, like morning dew,
Reflecting love and kindness shown,
While others twist, like a stormy brew,
With anger and hatred grown.

The holograms dance, in an endless stream,
A symphony of thoughts untold,
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