Sitting in the warm
Sun
On my face
Thinking about
Nothing
I push into
The nothing
That is there
Beyond the beauty
I see
And find
Myself
In the nothing
That is there
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A Journey in Poetry |
Sitting in the warm
Sun
On my face
Thinking about
Nothing
I push into
The nothing
That is there
Beyond the beauty
I see
And find
Myself
In the nothing
That is there