A Hidden Secret

Rosy morning and lonely moon

Whom I love, for whom I pray —
I cannot say, no, no...
I keep my secret in the safe
At the bottom of my soul.

The lonely moon can see my heart,
My thoughts, my dreams, my fears...
And tell you everything as fact
Directly to your ears.


© 30/01/2018

Birds are flying to the moon

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