Poetry

Poetry!
Do you reveal an undying side of me
Or are you merely a thought of mine,
When some day some clock struck nine;
An angry bout of rain or a sunny day 
from the month of May?
Are you a letter in my hand, crumpled and torn
or a melody about to be born?
Poetry!
How can you be selfless in spite of the selfish me?


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