No Great Mystery

Poem By Egal Bohen

Life is no great mystery,
Just
Something
We
Don't
Understand

Comments about No Great Mystery

May be we are afraid to understand it! Egal Bohen
Egal, I always admire the value you give to every word and idea. This one's great fun - though the original meaning of mystery and musing in Greek makes it more practical...


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