There's a blank
not some black
not any zero
Neither mist
nor large sky
I'm just being somewhere
not staying not standing
or not runnig or floating
There's a surrounding
without any problem
or your hand or any plaint
No misers no laughter
and nothing like important
There's no patience
but is in a disguise
Life has become
gross mark of paper,
it wraps me wraps me and wraps me
but doesn't roll
A heart is beating for a presence and for being lost..
©nischit
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