No one's there any more..
or knockin' on his door.
the rain comes and guitar sings
quietly,
the time of fall

He just sits on the floor
clipping his nail, making it falls
down down down on the ground, in the air, a funny sound
into his empty clouds
he founds an enormous wall

Someone's missing, sometimes losing
it was a feeling that touching but none..

And here again,
No one's there any more..
or knockin' on his door.
wall, water, paper you never saw
they're on his floor
they're on his floor.....

(Artwork by Tula - Mode)


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(This is a dada poem. I made it in class)

(Artwork by Tula - mode)

Fish and cat.
Fat Fat Cat
Cat and Fat. And Fish
And Cat.

Fish hates Cat.
but Cat loves.
Cat loves Cat.
And Cat loves fat of fish.

Kid loves Fish.
Kid loves cat and kid.
And Kid loves KitKat.
Kitkat's not fat like cat.


Fish Fish Fish!
Cat Cat Cat!
Fish and Cat,and Fat and Kid!