Open Poetry #18 |
Not As Much A Mystery As I Sometimes Think |
Ladyhawke Member
since 2001-09-01
Posts 86 |
A mystery to me Is why I insist Though I resist To return. A mystery is the Call that sings. Unexplained are The stirrings Within me. I have not the talent, The creativity, To belong. I return to hear Your song. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I like this, there's something in it that goes beyond the poem as you finish it. Can't explain it, but I do like it. Kathleen--(Kay) |
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