NothingA Poem by Alanna
A gentle breeze
stirs the weightless air. I look down feet balanced on a gossamer thread below that nothing. One tiny filament stretched taut by some invisible force is all that stands between me and nothing. Soundlessly it snaps and I feel nothing.
© 2013 AlannaAuthor's Note
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Added on May 3, 2013 Last Updated on May 3, 2013 |

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