Mystery
Some times I wonder
Who am I?
Some say,
I am a mystery.
To others it appears,
I am history.
Unspoken, untold with many folds.
Like an unsolved riddle by many told.
I am full of love, passion, desire and more.
He who understands me, conqueres the world.
He who questions and denies my existence,
Suffers loss with empty hands and hollow souls.
I yet thee still ask the same question.
Who am I?
I am a woman
With many folds.
My heart deep as an ocean.
My soul full of stories untold.
Without me mankind won’t exist.
The ultimate truth that nature holds.
Reflections in a teacup 
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