Feels it
refills it
steals it
kills it
at will.

Rising high up
the full moon
falls in a teacup.

from an image

Sometimes
saying nothing
is saying all
you wanted to say.

Recycler of words
Repackager of thoughts
Hoping be found new.

PoetryJournal Jul 18

We take away nothing
when we die.

Yet
we die to take
when alive.

PoetryJournal Jul 18

Fill and heal
and not kill..

that's all about words.

PoetryJournal Jul 16

They differ
and argue
and end up
with love you.

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