Winds howl outside my door - - bid me come
Yet - - I plead more time
to live amongst the fools
by any means
One quick glance
recall my life…in droplets trickling
into this pond of collective tears
Rippling, rippling…then overflowing
this pool, these silenced voices of inquisition
rushing into the sedge
then rising…again and again
like waves crashing
persistently flowing amidst great oceans of life
This heart and I grow weary…as years go
but still
watch me flow…!
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