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The Missing Empty

Poetry By: Juli Monat

When that feeling hits you, something is missing.

Submitted:Feb 1, 2013    Reads: 9    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

The Missing Empty

What is it...Life goes on!

I'm one with

'Mother nature', brilliant colors,

I see,

I hear sounds coming from

Cool breeze,

And blue sea...Green grass!

Where I can seat...Harmonious!

Yes, indeed,

Blowing cold wind, dense hot air,

Well I'm naked...Who care!

I feel so strong,

Full slice of life, there's no wrong,

I do the walk_doing the talk


Deep, such a strong sneeze,

Falling is the rain

As vapor rises...Up to clouds!

Then, what is it...What isn't!

I have lot and plenty

Still...This sense of the missing


By: Juli Monat

Copyright (c) 2013


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