Nothing Poem by Rebecca Navarre
Nothing
Nothing I can say, Nothing
I can do. Everything, still
makes me a whiter shade of blue.
What can I say, What can I do.
Everything still brings, reflections
of you. Never been so deep, never saw
such hues. Guess you didn't know that
was true. Guess you didn't know what
it meant when I said, me too.
What can I say, What can I do. Everything still brings, reflections of you. very fine poem. lovr it. tony
What can I say, What can I do. Everything still brings, reflections of you. very good porm. thank u very much. tony
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5/4/2024 4:28:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Something comes out of nothing. Nothingness has a character of its own. A prudent write.