Mysterious Things
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O what is it that I'm desperately searching for?
Is it a new nomenclature or lyrical
Lexicon to clearly redefine the human?
Is it that I'm simply looking for a little light
In a lost world of prevailing darkness. Perhaps,
I'm trying to find whispering voices of stillness;
That intermittently drift on the wind and speak of
Other softer, more graceful realms. They still remain
Invisible to curious, but crude mortal eyes.
Sometimes, we poets can hint at such mysterious things.
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