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A beautiful mystery

A beautiful mystery is what I’ve seen whenever I see her. A glimpse into her eyes, and I uncover the world’s greatest mysteries—like no other. Her soul’s beauty shines bright; in her gaze, I see a world that’s lived peacefully, a better place. In them, I see a piece of me, somewhere lost, waiting for me to find her— as if with her is where I’m supposed to be. Her eyes, so full of emotion, are enchanting like the moon; they push and pull me, like the tides of the ocean, and I drift away in melancholy. Our distance—like the earth and the moon— yet somehow, she seemed close to me, like a mystical mystery, two souls crossing paths. I woke in dreams painted so vividly, an artist tortured by his own art. She became my muse, revealing new stories, like stars drifting in the dark… But I’m just a poet, who painted the world with words, and she was just those poems— the face of my art.

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Date: 3/16/2025 10:21:00 AM
Hello Anthony Bookram, so nice to meet you. I just read your poem. In your dream I thought you met your soulmate. then you spoke of a painting. you fell in love with the painting. Enjoy your weekend my friend. I am making this poem my fav.
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