The mystery

For every wish that petulantly pouts upon my lips…

There is a blessing that soothes away the questioning

But the heart is ever young and ever ardent in its tantrums

And yet Time patiently guides

And shows in glimpses

The mystery

Of why things happened

The way they did.

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