Nothing Poem by Tandin Wangchuk

Nothing



Nothing seems permanent here,
Yet I dream for my eternal home.
Home where all angels and demons live.
Mind attached to a string
It fears and not fly when released.
Looking into a mirror
To see others and not myself
Truth layered with various lies
Promising tomorrow to be a better one.
Burning hope to warm my heart

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