Zero

A love so huge
that nobody can hold.
Slippery skin
noone can keep for long.
Zero could be one word
for untied soul.
It comes and goes
as pleased, without a lock.
Add, multiply, divide,
whatever does
Can hardly be alone.
Untied yet not alone.
Who would not want
to have such kind of soul?

poem by Elena Sandu
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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