Nothing: A poem

Nothing this frail lips can utter
Nothing is which I have to see
Nothing is in the forgotten clutters
It is nothingness that I breath

Nothing is that which flutters
Like feathers in the autumn breeze
Nothing is the broken shutters
That looms in the window unseen

Nothing this hands can now hold
Nothing is what the sky may feel
Nothingness covers me like gold
Nothing is my heart in a crystal seal

Nothing is a year that had left
And the future all unforseen
Nothingness now feels like theft
When universe burns in the deep

– Jan @jahnavigouri

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