Poem -

The Simple Art of Wondering

                                                                            Where would we all be without
                                                                                 the sun, sky and the sea ..
                                                                             He enquired, ever so politely ..

                                                                            Where would we all go without
                                                                              the moon, rain and the snow ..
                                                                            She answered, oh’ so curiously ..

                                                                             Where would we all be without
                                                                            such haunting questions as these ..
                                                                         They each whispered simultaneously ..

                                                                         We simply don’t know they agreed ..
                                                                               But that was alright because
                                                                         some things, are best left a mystery ..

 

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Marion

No mystery...we'd all be dead, unless forced to reincarnate and...perish THAT thought...possibly mystery is good Nev, I mean a journey to a different destination is always a little unknow...as in a holiday perhaps, but I think most of us want to know if we are likely to end up on a serene little island or...a war zone. Beautifully written ...level headed...I appreciate that as mine is mercilessly tilted these days lol...hugs x

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Neville

Neville headed is something me ma used to say .. Bless you Marion X

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