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If only you knew
Did you know?
Secrets are like the baby grass on the patch of
Grass next door; they flutter like the wings in the
Small breeze of late Autumn.
They glitter like the sand on the beach under the
Aurora last night; and they sleep like fairies under
Small mushrooms in the hidden forest.
If only you knew…
How many secret bookmarks were filed in my book,
And how many degraded, teared apart and
Fluttered away in the wind.
Copyright ©
Joy Jeung
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