Anonymous Poem by Luna Moon

Anonymous

Rating: 5.0


Such a mystery,
Anonymous can be.
Why I ask,
For everything anonymous you can see.
The pages of books,
All filled with words.
To give a name to art,
Now that would be absurd.
Yet we go about our lives,
Titling as we go.
And mystery creeps,
When anonymous speaks,
Is that not so?

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Dislocated Heart 18 April 2009

Short.. and meaningful.. nice piece.

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