Mr Fitzroys Dream Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Mr Fitzroys Dream
Rating: ★5.0
nothingness, mocking thyself,
cloning itself, like a fist thats
about to open, then close, like
a rose, pointing itself to the
sun, , it begs for heat, and rain
from the clouds, and finds only
nothingness, still with audible
words, it curses thyself, then
folds itself back into a dream..
Thursday, December 14, 2006
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5/9/2024 8:40:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nothingness was never expressed so full of wholeness, my friend...A fine penning indeed, David FRANK