Fed

~~~~~~^^^^^^~~~~~~~ "This poem is not about what is written But what is not written" Sun has shone, glimpsing behind the clouds - EMPTY. Tree grows at the sand,without any drop of water - DESERTED. Butterflies survive without any single drop of nectar - THIRSTY. A human is living without nothing - WORTHLESS. Dwelling at nowhere - MISSING. Dry air is what everything has - BEGGING. Almost lifeless. SORROW, NOTHINGNESS, HUNGRINESS - FELT. BUT LOVE had eaten the IMPOSSIBILITIES - Coz' LOVE is the only FLOWER That grows and blossoms Without the aid of the SEASONS! ... ~~~~~~~~^^^^^~~~~~~~~ ***JUN- JUN VILLANUEVA ****THE UNWRITTEN ***** JULY 02, 2011