Date posted: September 30, 2007

Deep into your beautiful eyes I look;

I see nothing.

Between your poised words I listen;
I hear nothing.

Through your sculptured face I gaze;
There is nothing.

You look at my defeated face;
You see nothing.

You hear my hollow words;
You say nothing.

You reach out to me;
But alas! You mean nothing.

Like a big transparent ball,
You are made of nothing.

Like a wooden plaque on a wall,
You reflect nothing.

Like a Greek statue in my hall,
You feel nothing.

In the circle of nothingness we met,
Talked for hours about nothing I bet,

Have I not told you? Nothing will nothing beget.

Yours truly,
Marwa Rakha

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