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Mystery



Wherever I look
the faces are blunt
whenever I talk
expressions go stale
whatever I do
the faces don't see
whoever I greet
the answers are mute

but

whatever
whenever
wherever
I sing
they're listening carefully...

I'll never solve
this mystery...

and

I can't sing all day...







Poetry by Caprice
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Written on 2009-04-07 at 12:42

Tags Whatever  Mystery  Singing 

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
That is so uncanny. As I was reading there was this song playing in the background. A mystery indeed. Thank you for the poem.

http://www.youtube.com/watch? v=WauFkb4jmCI
2009-04-07