There's a truth not many know,
About the world when you're asleep:
That the wind slips through your window,
To steal the secrets that you keep.
And if you don't believe me,
Then you're welcome to your doubt.
But have you ever stopped to wonder,
What it's whispering about?
What else in the world,
Could make the treetops bent and sway,
But the weight of all the words,
That no one ever dared to say?
And since its while you're sleeping,
Secrets are easiest to take.
Its no surprise that the ones with the deepest,
Are the ones kept wide awake.
~e.h
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PoetryAll the poems I liked compelled into a book. P.S I am not the author of all the poems in this. But i will post mine too. Thank you.
