Notpoetry
Sometimes nothing.
Other times something.
To this or that, no one sees.
The mind coloring all perception.
Concepts fleeting, drums beating.
For nothing.
Sometimes nothing.
Other times something.
To this or that, no one sees.
The mind coloring all perception.
Concepts fleeting, drums beating.
For nothing.
To this I say......Crimson and Clover
Thank you Kindly
Putting it in now. 😎🙏🙌
Gotta love this one.....without a doubt......
Thank you kinDly
💓🌞
Does this one fit?