The Answer

A quarter of a century Solitude seemed the answer To the doubts of love The regrets of attachments To the investment of time To dreams of happiness Until I poked A certain soul Of smiles

A quarter of a century

Solitude seemed the answer

To the doubts of love

The regrets of attachments

To the investment of time

To dreams of happiness

Until I poked

A certain soul

Of smiles curled in sun

And warmth that lasts night

The question vanished,

Memories Captured

It wasn’t about

The Answers

There was contentment

In having none,

Like magic, of not having thoughts

Was only

The Answer

I seek

I need

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