the bathroom poet (in you)

the voice turns on as thunder of water drops slips off your neck secretly

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it seems cloudy day of mine

as I enter the bathroom

with stormy and confused

room of mind

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my eyes doubt,

my mind fears

the stormy cold water

ready to jump upon

my innocent warm soul

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a voice from heaven

speaks to the soul

so quietly and nicely

that mind can’t help

but rides along without

any shame or blame.

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it sings and dance

on beats of fresh drops

with bucket of ideas,

jumping on the floor

of mind as a naive child

who is carefree and full of life

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but as the tap runs out,

all it feels like

drops shut the door

against the child,

child gets trapped,

poet vanishes in thin air,

heavenly voice escapes the soul

leaving nothing

but a hard soul

and

life continues…

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