Whispered Secrets Of The Unknown Poem by Louise Brown
Whispered Secrets Of The Unknown
The trees whisper a secret
As I sit here on the grass
The secret is like a beautiful glass vase
But still it shall not last
The secret is a melody
Given only to those with ears
So I sit here and I listen to there many fears
Now I sit here and I wonder
Does anyone care?
For if there’s a beginning
Surly there’s an end.
good few typo's typo's: secrete = secret unown = unknown beautiful keep up the work you have real talent, it will be interesting to see what you come up with next.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 9:20:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
that is a beautiful poem, short and true. well done