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Theme: Confession

Secrets, Murmured When Alone

When alone, and matters come to mind
Secrets that I alone could understand

Secrets placed somewhere to the left centre
Of my soul, beating softly, beating like a drum

Tapping out words I thought I could forget
So I whisper them to the sky

And thus to the branches of an old tree
That must be wondering why

Secrets that I alone could understand
Should be murmured to the stone, when alone.


More By  :  Rani Turton

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