Louise Brown

Rookie (29/12/1992 / woden hospital canberra)

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.

Comments about Whispered Secrets Of The Unknown by Louise Brown

  • (7/26/2009 5:29:00 AM)

    that is a beautiful poem, short and true. well done (Report) Reply

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  • (6/7/2007 7:58:00 PM)

    good few 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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  • (6/25/2006 6:18:00 AM)

    Short but sweet.
    And so true.
    BTW, It's spelt 'Secret.'

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 15, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 10, 2007

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