Digestive Food For Thought ©2021

 I'm a Beat With No Rhythm

A Sea With No Reachable Depths 

A Rose With Only Thorns No Scent Or Pedals Left 

I'm A Group Of Gray Clouds With No Potential Of Rain 

A Storm With No Sound, The Sun With No Rays

I'm  A Book With No Words

A Angel But Not From Heaven, Hell Or Earth

I'm A Being Born But Not From Birth 

I'm The Universe Without Galaxies, No Space Or Time

It's Not About What I 'am 

Therefore It's Not About 

What I 'am Not 

I Just Wanted To Jot Down 

Digestive Food For Thought ©2021

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