Mysteries
It has a certain kind of fame,
Often times considered a tease.
Its purpose has remained the same,
That is--it has no guarantees.
Some have a hidden message to send,
The key is to find it without blunder.
Others are meant for pretend,
Along with those that make us wonder.
There are so many answers,
We may never find.
Even with up-to-date enhancers,
We continue to remain blind.
It will forever be this way,
That is how it remains a part of history.
So at some point in life one can say,
It seems to be a mystery.
Copyright © Pamela Vanhyning | Year Posted 2008
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