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a poem by Prabindh

Made of silver yet you change your moods
And leave a shadow on my lands
Splitting into a thousand formless forms
Without a hesitation
Hanging on to nowhere
Waiting for the call?
Like a forest of foam
Called from heaven to earth
But caught in between
Battered by the winds
And nowhere to go?
Whatever you are
Wherever I am
You will be an inspiration
Forever, to my heart