The lands of little Mystery

Little Mystery


Come see my pretty Mystery
She plays in fields of coal
Her eyes reciting melodies
Imprinted in her soul

She rests beneath the rain-kissed trees
And paints on clouded skies
While driftwood dreams, amidst the breeze
Embark upon her sighs

Be kind to little Mystery
Whose mind dwells far away
In search of all her memories
Forever gone astray.

She writes enchanted melodies
of treasures in the air
a beauty sadly lost to us
whose minds all fail to care

And while her mind does dance and play
Upon the silver moon
Young Mystery forever strays
Within her painted tune.

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July 7, 2009. Tags: , , , , , , , . Far away lands, Poetry.

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