Empty, my voice echoed
Around me, eventually dwindling
Into nothingness. A marble white fountain
Spits out transparent water
And it falls back into itself. Soundless,
The clusters of ixoras breathe,
Indifferent to me.
YOU ARE READING
From the bottom of my heart
Poesíamy homemade poetry #94 in poetry on 17 Dec 2015, 10am #33 in poetry on 31 Dec 2015, 12.36pm #12 in poetry on 17 Jan 2016, 11.58pm All rights reserved © Cover designed by @dcrktimes
