the question of all centuries
has came to me as dim as it is shimmery
the unanswered puzzle of all minds
as this question affects all kinds
never for the truth to come arise
because you must stay secret if the answer is your prize
for some of our lottery tickets to the answer end up in the trash bin
because for most they do not win
it is the question for humanity
is it just for us to keep our sanity?
what ever the answer to this question is
and when ever this answer arises
i will always look for love in his eyes and watch out for fatal surprises
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Author:
LH (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 6th, 2019 06:18
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Love is like the weather, seasonal and changeable.
yes!
I agree with Dusk.
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