Beautiful Mystery of Me
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I am a woman of deep mystery,
a riddle and a puzzle- a closed book;
my life a tangled path of history,
from my lowered beautiful eyes I look.
Look at the world raging on, on and on,
and so I close my eyes and dream beauty;
and like stars on white- my words fall upon,
my pen of mystery is my duty.
Duty- is to find mystery in life,
everything has beauty if one has eyes;
even when this life cuts me with a knife,
there is a true mystery in the why's.
But, why's are endless - God, make me a bird,
to soar- to glide with my sweet song unheard.
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September 14, 2018
Poetry/Sonnet/Beautiful Mystery of Me
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1060-431-01
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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