EMPTY

 A vessel filled brims. 

Up to the brink and, 

Yet empty... 

There is a void beneath the waves, 

Or air caressing the flow. 

Defies logic yes, 

Poets marvel the swirl and curl;

But what do you call the static flow? 

When the waves lull it to stay hidden

The abyss unseen! 

The stoic screams are unheard.. . 


Were they there? 

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