look around
I
turn around
to empty spaces
I look at them
look into them
quite closely
there is no
shape
at all
no silhouette
remaining
emptiness
is just a one
thing
it does not harbour
more
holds no secrets
beyond a kind
of transparency
that suggests . . .
nothing
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
Offline) - Published: July 23rd, 2019 02:44
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
I've nothing more to say than.... a good write Frank.
Thank you, Orchidee. Nice to hear from you.
That nothing that you see leaves your mind to fill the spaces.
It does, GF. Thank you.
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