Poem 113 : A River Flowing Through My Palms

 A River Flowing Through My Palms
                                                                       - T ABRAHAM

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Rivers with crystal clear water,

Found on this earth with saltiness,

Rivers on the earth and land,

A river is flowing deep within my hands,

River on my soles and palms,

It drowns everything, wetting around,

Things may slip and fall around,

The papers are all wet around,

It is freezing and cold at times,

This sweat that comes abrupt many times,

Chemicals mix with this salty liquid,

Dust and dirt stick on to my palms,

The cloth is rolling on my palms,

To relieve this sweat from messing all around.

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