Secrets held
From all who tell
Dropping them
In a wishing well
Secrets told
Begin to unfold
With souls sold
In the shivering cold
At the end of the day
It's better to say
I will keep my secrets
And continue on my way.
C. Vergara
07.25.2017
A lovely poem. Liked the third stanza, ''I will keep my secrets and continue my way.'' Well crafted write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Once a secret is told, it's not a secret anymore. There is a nice rhythm to the poem.