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SECRETS
Why do I stand alone
watching the sharing,
the caring.
You sit together
whispering secrets,
little confidences.
Two heads bent,
giggles behind hands.
I have secrets;
I hold them in my heart
to whisper to the west wind.
It whispers back to me
but I do not understand
and its breath is so cold.
Two heads bent,
giggles behind hands.
I have secrets;
I hold them in my heart
hmmm look at these lines..how meaningful, deep and perfectly joint... really enjoy your work and wish if one day i can write much about your deep thoughts and I will..because once I am inspired I never forget...so you are the pearl poetess...respect you