secrets in the dark walls
cold front whispers in my ears
I keep such music in my head
smile at us, pay us, pass us
but do not quite forget us.
like a rose that blooms in thy
secret garden, dancing to the
whispers of thy wind
as the sweet sun ray upon.
oh thy what a beautiful secret
This secret is no ordinary
as I keep it safe in thy
poem juvenile
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