Secrets Poem by shimon weinroth

Secrets



A brilliant thought
A passionate muse
The timid heart
Never spoke

The beating thought of the heart
Laid to rest
In the silent tomb
Was never a secret

No secret at all

For a secret
To come into being
Must be spoken or writ
To at least one other

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