Ripened Mystery Poem by Anthony Dawson

Ripened Mystery

Rating: 5.0


My mystery is ripe
Luscious, sweet, unforgettable taste
Wailing walls
Pyramids, Stonehenge and Easter Island
Never eaten or opened
A form on the tree
The physical for all to see

My mystery is locked
Not to be revealed
So nourished it will not be released

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Anthony Dawson

Anthony Dawson

Camperdown, Sydney
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