Without Shape Or Smell Poem by Marcondes Pereira

Without Shape Or Smell



It has no color, shape or taste.
But it is where there is light.
It has no smell. body or face.
It weaves our fate.
Darker than the darkest night,
Chaos fills every place.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
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