Barefoot in the womb of oblivion
Arched backs on windowsills
Watching trains on the railway
Through the haze of Sun rays
Beaming through the gaps in trees
Intoxicated by confessions on postcards
Words for only those selected to see
Smiles of wonder on faces
Not used to such expression
Pulling at their lips.
secrets
Secrets
To the wind
I will whisper
All my secrets
And they will be transparent
And whirl up the leaves
And my secrets
Will turn into hushed silence
Flowing through the breeze
A sprinkling of words
Settled into the atmosphere
Like a ghost
People will always hear
But they’ll shrug their shoulders
And off they’ll go
Not a sound, not a word
Just an eerie feeling
There was something unheard.
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