Nothing Is Me - Poem by A.J. McKinley
The silence within dares to dream.
My beauty is spent.
Nothing is me.
I grasp at nothing to find my hands full.
A bottomless moon shall no longer due.
I walk on clouds with linings of black.
I turn around, but can't go back.
Spirit is ether and to her I return.
Walking softly in the garden; I yearn.
Swirling colors of silver and gold,
Surround my essence and capture my soul.
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