The Time I Wonder

I wanted you to like my words As you like your breath But I falter Again and again I slip down to reach you Like the spider Of the story King Robert Brush But I bewilder how so many things at a time Go without meaning While I see Beauty in ugliness semblance of existence in nothingness I send my ‘’wish ‘’ Through my emptiness And without image I perceive the softness of the wind as I receive the feelings of people whatever is that love or hate for me even a lie has its own value when it instigates one to fall in love or works against a war how no value of my words to you I wonder! !