Secrets
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1 min readJan 19, 2019
Even a broken clock, in all his stillness
Pines to belong, just twice a day.
For all his bleakness, unforgiving malice,
The hardened mountain hides,
Secret flowers, betraying signs of life
Inside a heart, cruelly cast in ice.
The disappearing mist, on the glass,
Despite, her painful evanescence
Longs to be drawn, even if for a moment,
By scarred fingertips, into shapes.
In all her timeless existence,
Her irradiance and her power,
The wave longs to kiss the warmth,
Of the sand in the sunset hour.
Even in misery, at the very end,
Our hearts rot away with time,
But the memories of us,
Harbour hopes of lasting
Unto forever,
Cast in rhyme.
