Secrets
In the forest
Grows a tree
And underneath
Their secrets be
Deep below its
Roots extend
Down passageways
That curl and bend
Secrets told to
Branch above
Nestle down there
Like a glove
They wait there
Patient for the
Day they can
Emerge and
Have their say
Tell your troubles
To that tree
So you can set
Your warm heart
Free.
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2010
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