Secrets, Murmured When Alone: Poem

SECRETS, MURMURED WHEN ALONE
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When alone, and matters come to mind

Secrets that I alone could understand

Secrets placed somewhere to the left centre

Of my soul, beating softly, beating like a drum
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Tapping out words I thought I could forget

So I whisper them to the sky
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And thus to  the branches of an old tree

That must be wondering why
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Secrets that I alone could understand

Should be murmured to the stone, when alone.
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Copyright: Rani Turton