Barry Van Allen
Puzzling - Poem by Barry Van Allen
The puzzle of a woman,
is reflected in her man,
the puzzle of a man,
should be reflected by his lady ,
which is reflected in the puzzle,
- - - of their lives.
The puzzle of the world,
is much more of a mirror,
than the maze of ways to go,
that will reflect the haze of truth.
They both puzzle over life,
and yet will not admit the mystery,
that is so obvious between them,
- - - He and She!
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