I have a secret
It's kept in my pocket
nestled comfortably,
amongst the fluffy lint,
next to the fallen star.
I put my hand in
my pocket and rummaged
my fingers were pricked
but the secret,
it's determined not to be found
It will live,
next to the fallen star,
forgotten for awhile, till...
I next remember the secret,
in my pocket,
that's yet to be found.
Petal P. Rose
Monday, 29 December 2008
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