The mystery that lies,
In all communication.
Looks,
That say so much,
Caress and even touch,
The Heart’s,
Deepest palpitations.
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We poets want to tap,
Discover Life’s own sap,The Wisdom Trees’ potential,Indeed we want too much,As Sherlock Holmes might say to Dr. Watson,‘Not elemental, my dear Watson, not at all elemental.’
Poetry,
That keeps on givingSo that the spiritLove and feelingsAnd whatever elseIs human in us,Doesn’t dry up.
Penguins and Pandas,
To make the World, perfectHappy and Sweet,Black and White colors,An Adorable sight,Penguins and Pandas,An eyeful Delight!Adorable Always,A joy you can see,Wish I had Some,That belonged just to me!
Where does it come from
Life is the Main MysteryOf this planet,That keeps our minds flowing.Wanting answers,Which are never conclusive,As the winds of uncertaintyBlow, elusive.
Love is very special
Different ways,It’s fulfillment,It’s essentialIt is LifeThat wants to stay.Love is moreThan just illusion,Melody that two must playThat encompassesThe fusion of their soulsIn every wayBut if ever torn apart,Life just slowly fades away…
Without a word
So much expressed,With looks of Love,That say it best.