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Poem: Nothingness

  • Writer: YHT
    YHT
  • Jan 28, 2021
  • 1 min read




Tired,


confused,


death of the ego.



What I think and I believe is not important.


My body resists, it does not believe it.



Nothing to expect,


nothing to do,


nothing to believe.




Nothing to expect, be love.



Nothing to do, just be.



Nothing to believe, time to create.


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