Nothing But None

The moon is up,
the moon is high.
My feet stuck,
my dream stops.

Let me, let me not.
Cold and colder,
I am, I am not.

Here is, there is.

We have one thing
in common.

We have nothing
but none.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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