You seem to come into my life when others disappear.
Most surpress my views and thoughts and make me feel unreal.
You push and prod in gentle ways to stimulate my mind.
The others I control for I've learned to expect their games.
But you bring peace and tranquil states yet sometimes I feel fear.
It's taken years to build these walls that none can penetrate.
You look at me with steady gaze and I feel raw a piece just melts away.
I want to analyze and understand for that's always the way it's been.
I want to run I want to hide but I also want to stay.
Mysterious stranger you are very special and I enjoy your mysterious ways.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Mysterious feeling in verses.
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