Curious Mysteries Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Curious Mysteries



Thankfully sitting alone, wondering about life,
curious of everything that passes before me.
Intent on delving into mysteries held in ancient
catacombs, bereft of solutions, no answers tended.
Stepping across many boundaries, focusing only on
thoughts, picturesquely touching my mind with
anticipation.

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