Hidden Thoughts

July 25, 2018

Hidden Thoughts, secret lives
Never brought to the light
Held in darkness, cruel and rude
Fester abscess, no solitude.

Bring forth, let go
Rise the sun, curtains blow
In a wind of purity
pure white as the snow.

Then their secrets, dark and cold
Are exposed, let go
To live in happiness
That only you can ever know.
~ Patrice

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