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Poem: The Mystery

Writer's picture: Amber AmbroseAmber Ambrose


You can’t see

What you can’t see

And this

Is the beauty of

The Mystery

When darkness falls

And nighttime calls

It beckons you

To walk its halls

Feel for the door

Feet on the floor

Hold yourself

You are secure


Keep up the pace

The fears you’ll face

Shall open doors

To saving grace

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