I'M Filling You Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

I'M Filling You



like pockets of a beggar
outstretched in hands of time
in spaces voids amiss
I'm filling you

like pollen deprived buds
flowering throughout the seasons
in air and wind amiss
I'm filling you

like papers blank rustling
through the pages leaf by leaf
in letters silent amiss
I'm filling you

why do say my name is emptiness

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