My Poetry
Secrets
There are shades of red in the half moon sky
and I can hear the wind as it whispers by
and as a snowflake falls to ground
I know where secrets can be found

There are tiny birds hiding in the branches
I can hear them sing as the air enhances
and as the leaf falls from it's bow
I know where the secrets are hiding now

There are cars and buses rushing by
and I can hear the sound of a small child cry
and as the teardrop falls from her face
I know the secrets secret place

There are people rushing to and fro
and I can hear there footsteps as they go
and as they pass multi-colour skinned
I can see their secrets on the wind
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