Reflections-1
Instant inspiration,
a lightning flash.
Sudden eruption of emotions,
a volcano.
Poetry, a hybrid child from this unorthodox marriage.
Reflections-2
The air is a smoke of avarice
choking me to death,
bit by bit.
I am afraid I might die a premature death
for so obnoxious is this breath
that I inhale commercialism
and exhale poetry.
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