Can i tell you
something
can you keep a secret
will you bring me shame
as i dance
around your camp
the shelter for my pain?

your eyes watch
in anticipation
and i regret
i have come to talk
again of the depths,
petals of a daisy
drop to count my days.

the dusty road
longs for my tears
dry for too long
and i am obliged
to share the turmoil
of a heart floating
amongst humanities fears.

Poetry

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