am nothing, more than a drop, just moving and adding jing, writing about filling inside and the flavour atop, if you connect and stay, we shall surely be gay, and then the nothingness, might vanish into a bay. Who are you? Who are you if/when not looked through the eyes of the world? Write a poem titled 'I' because today that's all I want to read. Here's the poem by YQ Parentnaama: I am the parent
