Empty

An Easter Muse

Anna Tan
Empty
It was all she could think
All she could grasp
All she could hold

Empty
It was the state of her heart
The state of her mind
The state of her soul

Empty
The two millennium's wonder
All boiling down to this
The final words

Empty
The tomb is empty

Published by Anna Tan

A bean counter by profession, Anna dabbles in writing as a natural outlet for her passion for words. Her other interests include amateur theatre and singing.  View profile

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