Joy

Tables turn,

On a cobbled floor,

Pictures remind us,

That nothing be sure.



But such as nothing,

Doesn't exist,

Nothing comes,

And nothing it sits.



Trouble no fool,

To make forget,

What killed the chicken, Before the egg?



But forgoe be the will,

To stay or remain,

For time it be gone,

When ours was the blame.



Sometimes it be wonder.

Did it and How?

As it said thank-you,

With curtsey and bow.


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gentle's picture

What I really enjoyed about this piece is the unusual way of wording. It was a such gentle mind tweak & it made this piece friendly & fun.

Amy


Gentle is the night♥

gentle's picture

What I really enjoyed about this piece is the unusual way of wording. It was a such gentle mind tweak & it made this piece friendly & fun.

Amy


Gentle is the night♥