It's Nothing Poem by Johnathan Stokes

It's Nothing



Wild desire, roaming free
along the range it's strange
encompassing effect, tells me
this must be love…
This hobby, these papers
inscribed in modern day
hieroglyph: poesis.
Words of love flow freely, then
they ask me, who are they for?
I say they're for the paper that takes them
and they're nothing more.

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