I would like to thank my lovely friend , Amalia VioletEden for this collaboration. And the chance to unravel this mystery together. It's an honor to work with such a talented poet. I'm absolutely grateful. I hope you enjoy this poem. :))

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What is the mystery

Of the age?

When do we finally

Escape the cage?

Do we have time?

Do we have

Enough rhyme

To fill the page?

Time put us under her wings,

flying us off to places.

We met several faces,

and sojourned in many hearts.

With the coming of spring,

love blossomed in our lungs.

Out it came as songs,

which our souls have happily sung.

Music of the soul

A perpetual mystery

Needless to solve

Songs of eternity

Of faith and hope,

A choir of love.

In the cage of life,

Flightless birds we are,

Singing in the rain,

Reveling in the chains,

Of pure imperfection,

P r e e n i n g ,

Our mismatched wings.

long before the sun dips lower,

hope shall be up and about,

fondling the withered buds,

in our chests.

we will spread our wings,

soar above the skies,

listen to our fellow birds

and sing as we rise.

once we find our nests,

we wouldn’t hesitate

to nestle in the warmth

of our own delight.

May we never forget

to be thankful,

for the mornings

that shined bright.

For the mystery

Of a lifetime

Is a blank page

With or without

Rhyme and reason

Only we shall

Write...