Katamen Mira Poem by DL Mondays
Katamen Mira
There is a flow of never winding questions
Vagueness, Bizzares, No race nor time was told
Infinite Mysteries is the flow that runs among us
Some of which are questions..
No matter how you ask, No matter how thy seek...
Concealed in the depts, Thus would never find...
Few may reach a glimpse, Yet none Would Understand.
These are things, Better left unknown.
Knoledge that bestows miss'ry when foretold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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