By Manu
Do mysteries ever get tired of being murky mysteries?
Waiting, Exasperating.
Perhaps all they want is someone to come and solve them.
Do sunflowers ever get tired of following the ambitious sun?
Constantly, round the clock.
Perhaps all they want is to talk to the pretty rose bush.
Where is the place where wolves fear to prey?
Where is the place where angles dread to tread?
Where wolves are silent, and the moon howls?
Do flowers ever express gratitude to the winds?
Growing and growing fragrance within,
Oh, the burden of it!
What would flowers have done without the winds?
What would clouds have done without gravity?
Oh, the burden of all the rainwater!
So many questions. So little I know.
By Manu
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