THE MYSTERY OF MYSTERY.
My mouth stood ajar like abyss
alone i swallowed both curse and bliss.
The threat of nature to mankind.
And its amorous care, so kind.
Nothing got me thinking
about its loving hatred within
No main time. A cold fire
in the midst of friendly fire.
A gentle thin Lion from jungle
that saves its prey from fatal rumble.
The mystery of mystery to the rich,
A flying pest that has reach
a peek to retrieve what man long.
A cursed finger that poke the wrongs
of night lords. A gentle breeze
that kindness to cease
to the needy, yet it speaks of equanimity.
I wonder ajar at the mystery of mystery.
The grit of unknown happiness,
and the inventor of sonorous sadness.
The irony of life at its clamax
vividly penetrating in the universe.
The hands that give and take,
and put both joy and misery in stake.
Mystery! Your mystery is a mystery.
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