Whispered Secrets Of The Unknown - Poem by Louise Brown
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.
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