I am

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Few days ago in random Google search I came across this beautiful picture which seemed to have its own story to tell me. This triggered my imagination leading to this poem;

Source: Google Images

On the shores with myself, deep inside the waters,
As i feel the dampness on my legs,
The wind gushes past me creating ripples on my soul.
Looking at the shore, wondering what's in store.
Searching for a way ahead, staring at the sky, praying for silver lining.
Surrounded by the mountain and tress,
Feeling the warmth of the sun around me.
I imagine the sky which is completely mine,
A place to put my feet firmly on the ground.
I see the world to be my canvas beckoning me to colour it of my choice.
I am at peace with myself having found my true calling.
Finally I have got my wings ,
waiting to spread and take on a flight of its own.

P.S: This poem has been published in Kaleidoscope ezine's May 2012 issue.

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