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This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is by Robert Watson
Mysterious
If I am anything,
then, I am mysterious
Hidden beneath these layers,
Thick with meaning.
Running so deep,
that no sun
Nor hands of wind can reach,
Nor mere hand of love.
Well meaning
But ignorant of the course
I seek,
In directions I do not see,
With meanings,
I do not understand,
And songs I cannot sing.
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