A NOTHING THAT HEARS THE SOULA Poem by Alfred Kukitzinside with self without ego.A Nothing that Hears the Soul I like to wallow when youth carried my soul. A gift for tomorrow, I shall know this soul. When the hour ticks in sunlight and the moment feels like a century, I pen my landscape in words of old, like an old man of knowledge who befriends an old nothing, a nothing that hears his soul. © 2015 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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