Secrets
Put inside a hidden place
Are my beloved memories
hidden away so none can see
Foolish dreams keep mocking me
As the picture plays and plays
I speak softly to the wind
I tell all of my secrets
for the wind is the only one that will
truly keep them.
Copyright © Jesse Voirin | Year Posted 2011
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