Nearness to Nothing

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Nearness to Nothing

The sweetest place is found,
To be nearest to nothing.
Scrunched inbetween everything,
Never there exactly,
Always impossible,
Blissfully trying,
Failing in acheiving.
Comfortably lonely
No thinking. Dreaming.
But nearest to nothing,
The sweetest of sweetness.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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