There is no darkness.
There is no cold.
There is no nothing,
Only absence of something.
There is absence of light,
There is absence of warmth,
And something else.
I cannot see in the deepening dark,
I cannot feel in the confusing cold,
I cannot dream in the naughtful nothing.
I cannot live without light,
I cannot live without warmth,
I cannot live without something.
Something special,
Something precious,
Something called love.
There is no darkness.
There is no cold.
There is no nothing,
Only absence of something.
3 april 2007
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