treasures kept sheltered
harbored closely within
delicate layers possibly
sought after, one day
keenly aware, yet
hesitant to believe in
their existence,
he’ll seek
may she be found adequate,
even desirable,
arguably – his purpose,
one day
Treasure
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister
Audrey Dawn
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
A wistful and thought-provoking piece, to me, recalling that the search for mystery might never end, because, once found, the mystery disappears, becoming reality. In the Sciences and the Arts, that search is the way, but I’ve known people who spent their time seeking fantasy connections that could never exist. I think fantasy is fine, as long as we know that’s what it is.
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I think there is so much truth to your words. Mystery is where the magic is for many. I think there is magic in the beauty of contentment. Spark in the magic of reliability. Passion in the magic of effort. For me, the physical aspect falls way down the mystery scale.
I do enjoy your take and encourage you to offer it more often. Thank you for using wistful. Fantastical word in my opinion.
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Splendid photo — equally lovely poem, Poetess! Lots of mysteries in layers, huh?!?
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Thank you, Debbie. Plenty of places to hide, I’d say. Looks that way. ♡
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Beautiful words and image, Audrey. 💗
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Thank you for stopping by, Lauren. I appreciate it. ♡
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Hidden treasures abound. Beautiful, Audrey.
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… and the joys of finding them.
Many thank yous, Dan ♡
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Always good to be a purpose. Lovely poem, Audrey.
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We all have a purpose.
I thank you, Butch ♡
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