Short #poem To young to lose a #life that was pure A #life full of mystery and unknown Can this be? To unknow a world that you think you know but you don't know of the unknown , knowledge is ripe , knowledge is pure It is richness in power not lost in mystery. But what is mystery ? It comes in meany forms it's new it's old it's certainly unknown #life has its ways How ever one must be wise and be rite of there soul
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