Empty Poem by David Aslin
Empty
What is the wind, without the sun
What is the rain, when there is no thirst to quench
What is the soil, with no life to nurture
What is a song, when no sound can be heard
What is time, when the hands are gone
What is a mountain, without a stone
What is nourishment, when you’re neither hungry nor full
What is a tree, without its green leaves
What am I, without you near
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5/3/2024 11:17:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
empty... you did not even end with the word, unyet the reader speaks it out loud. Very perfect & profound. I had the same experience yesterday & wrote 'Something Missing' (thank you very much for your kind comment on my last one) . T