Part 2
These are my last days
and where my enigma, a secrecy,
awaits my dying wish.
With wings under my soul
I met the very existence of my life.
But what beholds my shivering,
with thousand pieces, hand?
As I hide under a giant tree
I see the ending come on my land.
With a unhinged mind
I skin my thoughts
To as the world was blind.
She ought to listen,
To feel and to be one with my kind.
Thus, while she lingers in me
I weep with my sorrow to remind.
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6 responses to “‘Enigma,”
Beautiful enigmatic poem! ❤
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Thank you so much, filipa ♥️🙏🏽
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some lines were indeed enigmatic!
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Thank you so much, K! Truly appreciate it ♥️ just one part left!!
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Who is this enigmatic person – “what beholds my shivering, with thousand pieces”
“She ought to listen… ”
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My muse, my world, my ohm, my everything in life. That’s who my enigmatic person is! 🙏🏽♥️
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