Nothingness
Nothing in the waking which you have
Envisaged by some pout
Worse if the laugh shakes
Your wing on pillows
Equally drowse
Without fear which a breath confesses
Nothing in the waking which you have
Envisaged by some pout
All filled with wonder dreams
When this beauty outmanoeuvres them
Produce flower on the cheek
In the eye unpaid diamonds
Nothing in the waking which you have
Poem written on JANUARY
Entry to Constance~A Rambling Poet's contest
BY Mic.
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