We are made of mystery
And flesh,
Know, thy self
But can we?
Dear Sandra, to know thyself is like asking how we think. Our thinking is done by our mind behind closed doors. A wonderful poem. Thanks for your beautiful comments.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm not sure we will ever truly know ones self, we are indeed a mystery. Lovely poem dear Sandra.