PHASE

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What are flowers, just some colors?

A piece of beauty is a piece for ever

Music I hear, takes me nowhere

All news, all gossips, all smiles head to some where.

Food has no taste, nothing makes it heavy

No flavour makes it any more spicy

The sky, the wilderness, the nature in all its beauty,

Isn’t that just how it was supposed to be.

Pendants and rings bring no joy

No matter how precious and who it is that buys

Nothings arouses, nothing depresses,

Nothing devoids me of the feeling I don’t confess.

I walk with feet on ground and eyes on the way,

Nothing more to that and nothing less, I say

No emotions, no plans, nothing special

The sweat , the ache , doesn't hurt in real.

There is nothing in here, nothing out there

No body that matters really any much here

No needs, no grunts, no words, nothing as it is

It is that I am sailing in a sea of nothingness.