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Mystery

When the glint arrives

And the obscure still isn’t unveiled

Everything stays a maze

For our nosiness to arouse

But symmetry could fill up

That which is vaster

Than we could comprehend

With this balance

We grasp the paradox

With both our hands

In a tight clasp

To blindly connect with the puzzle.

And quell the conflict within

© Florence Ezekafor

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