When I virtually float like a dainty riddle
With the textures of bright pink and emery,
Someone might catch me quick
in the very middle
Of a gingerly reticent memory.
In the veil of unknown I enfold the pieces,
In the hazy mist of taciturnity.
How impulsively whimsical my caprice is
On the scale of the endless eternity!
Those who babble away their worlds 'till empty
And denude at the glimpse of the coterie,
Lose the power
of something arcane and tempting
To a social gregarious lottery.
If I have to give up, as a wanted quarry,
Part of my undiscovered history,
Between mystic enigma and loud glory
I will favor to be a mystery.
Mystery
© Copyright: Иви Кей, 2020
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