All I have are words
these words are not enough
the range fails
to capture the colors I see
the sounds I hear
They fall short-when I try
to describe
the sun's reflection on the ocean
the wind's sounds blowing through
the tree's outside my window.
These words cannot define
my nature, my highs and lows
the failing of my language
is the emptiness of myself
why I appear blank
why I have no markings
I am nothing
I am no one
what a magic trick
I have learned
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