Making Sense Of Nothing Poem by David Blake
Making Sense Of Nothing
It’s not in the words that I feel
her pain, but rather with the
passion in which her suffering
she tries to explain. Something
more innate, unreal in a place
few have ever known filled with
shadowy dreams and space.
Unaware of the spell cast in her
ignorance, in the bliss of eternity
she remains.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
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