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I am, the poem.
The poem is within me.
It flows, uninterrupted
Humongous, to an eternal sea.
I am drenching in the rain
Sometimes it is dry
Where wisps of thoughts in cotton
Hang loose or fly by
I have to build a dam
And hold it below my hair
To keep it all from flowing
Or mixing with the air
I am learning learning learning
Its a language new yet known
Ancient wisdom to my rescue
In realms dangerous and dethroned.

~ Purvi Petal, © Oct 23, 2014; all rights reserved.