The Mystery Of Being, Unsolved
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Unconditional Love
Towards something or someone,
Far above oneself,
Embracing, great concepts,
Of the peaceful whiteness
Of a dove,
The Universal aspect
Of what Beauty is made of,
The sudden madness,
Of an everlasting love,
Yes, All of Life's
Miraculous feelings
That come from Love,
That upgrade us
From the Mystery of Being
That we still know
Nothing of,
Revolving, always revolving
Unconditional uncertainty
So silently, unsolved.
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