NOone, NOwhere, NOthing


Nemo pirouetted lightly on his tiptoes, gliding

Over the lush meadow grasses and vibrant wildflowers

To the melodious harmony of the breezes.


There he played hopscotch with rabbits,

Hide and seek with the raccoons, danced among the

Evergreens tall and the conifers wide.


This place, Nemo dreamed, would

Rescue him from everyone and everything

Under the sun. A tale he told his mother,

Told himself, every night to banish the things

HE had done, was doing, and would do.


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