Nonsense. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Nonsense.



Bear the burden of your existence.
Live it with relentless acceptance.
Bow down to fate's full insistence:
We‘re clouds passing
In accordance
With absolute nonsense.

Sunday, March 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense,clouds,fate,life
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