Observing thoughts arise and subside (poem)

This morning during meditation, I observed this beautiful process.
The most important was that, the thoughts are like a spoilt 4 year old, throwing tantrums, and when instead of reacting, I ignore, the child feels frustrated and goes away; and comes the next child full of stories and so on.
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My thoughts surfaced,
they danced around,
and then subsided,
followed by next.

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Aum Tat Sat