nothingness
As he walked out
Heavy hearted
thoughts occupied
that feeling of
nothingness,
for being or not being
what for and how far
did you not hear,
the whispers
rumours
unknown
uncertain
sing my dear,
life or death
been or being
who will tell
birds can fly
the time will come
this shall pass
mountains crumble
oceans dry
you will rise
nothing is forever
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