Monday, March 17, 2008

Secret Conversations

I love Secret conversations.

Even if they're in open view.

Secret strings,
singing secret songs
touched a secret pulse.

Sharing,
a secret place
the paddings of whispers...
like just next door.

People coming and going,
I wonder what they wonder
but it's my secret 
with my secret

They shall not know
unless I punch a hole
through my red wall with blue decorations
and let you peep
into my heart

a secret gallery of art
abstract perhaps
no one understands...
unless you just do.

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