Nowhere I could be my thought, so as here.
All alone only the thinking in me.
Thoughts, as free as the wind.
Thought, that as a source
rises in me.
Somewhere later sings of thoughts,
are nowhere more are at home
than where your Nowhere
builds his house
somewhere.
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© Floy Dy Ra, November 10,2015
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