Thursday, December 15, 2011


Composed by: Azm

Look how quite it stays;
with no complaints,
it follows their ways.
It may be pure,
it may blend with many,
still takes a while to dissolve, for sure!
How readily it gives up then,
loses oneself,
to be called one of them.
They get ready to be served,
spreading wonderful aroma,
who says, "There! That’s the salt"?

Copyright© 2011 Azm

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