Saturday, January 28, 2012

Poem #8

Familiarity

The mysterious wind brings a strange smell
But yet the smell is not alien, but comforting
Nobody knows what it is, yet it is so familiar
Everybody can smell it no matter how far they are
Everything asks the same question, which forever echoes
Perhaps nobody will ever truly understand it
Even though it has existed since the beginning
There are many mysteries
But by far the most mysterious is
The strange yet familiar smell that the wind carries

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"A familiarity is not always known, 
sometimes the most familiar things are the greatest mysteries."