Art, My Poetry, Poetry September 13, 2021 goodnightnina Leave a comment There is no try There is no who, what, where and why. Theres an emptiness There is no eye… “I” There is no me, yours and mine. What exactly IS devine? Have empathy and compassion Only an empty hand can grasp this. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related