Saturday 10 May 2014


Living in a mansion facade so big
Scrupled to ring beggars do leave
Do you ever think, the people inside
Failing to purge, qualm to divide
Time to breathe time to descry
The little nothing but a plume on a side---
We may have everything in life still the intricacy of a little nothing enraptures ecstatic breathlessness.



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