Nothing


I am nothing more
Than the sum of something
The breath to fall across winters chill
Whilst warm days welcome summers breeze of thrill
To only escape without the thought to vanish

I am nothing more
Than the Sum of something
The thoughts to string the epiphany
Without a clue to what has come
Standing in between the empty in invisible

I am nothing more
Than the sum of something
To which I had not done anything
And yet it's sung

~David V Pettus

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