All of my nothing


like small change, exchanged
I hand you all of my nothing
my pockets too heavy to wear
spring winds whisper
through emptiness
my fingers lost in your hair

where desert meets mountains
and oceans kiss skies
a scorpion and lobster trade smiles
like a whirlpool,
a thunderstorm rumbles
dropping pennies of change across miles
~Cyndy posted by Cyndy | link | | |
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