Poem composed on February 24, 2009
Mystery...
Might just be the masquerade of misery
If eventually... unfolded is the story
One might not enjoy the discovery
Still the nature of mystery provokes
Both to the soul and to the mind
That is why the inquisitive pokes
Can only be appreciated by the blind
Close your eyes and listen to your heart
For there you'll find the beginning of mystery
It is as complicated as an abstract art
Compiling itself into an autobiography
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