the breeze was the first child to have been born,
the first animals heard her cries
heard her shreaks as she used
the trees to rattle
the ground to dance
her tears so large no river could curb.
it is no surprise now,
as she has grown old and wise,
she uses
the trees to rest,
the ground to dream,
and sometimes,
calls me to join her,
and so,
i too sit,
i too dream,
sipping on salty tears,
i was once told,
no river could curb.
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PM is British-Indian, queer, spoken word poet, who will literally write about anything. If you’ve breathed around her, chances are you’re in a poem and she’s performed it already. Currently, she’s hosting AQ Arts London’s Instagram bi-weekly show 'Shout: Live'. If she’s not doing that, you’ll find her crying over all the anime, book and video-game characters she’s become far too invested in. You can find her debut audiobook 'From AM to PM: poems to help you through the day' on Google Play, Apple Books, Scribd & Kobo Market.
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