the-secret-keeper

From the ashes Which we are born We await A hand outstretched To help us to our knees To tenderly kiss us with lies upon our forehead To caress us in a bed of thornes And to hate us until death When we become the ashes From which we were born A constant cycle of deceit

Hot summer days With the sun shining bright Little Wind-- Perfect for an adventure I went banging on all my neighbours’ doors Summoning my friends to come and play “Let us be discoverers, let us be adventurers!” I would exclaim So we ventured into the woods... We found a little creek It was so clear and clean We kicked off our shoes And splashed around merrily Some of us slipped and fell Wetting our summer dresses All the while laughing at our blunders It was quite refreshing... As the sun sank behind the trees And the day cooled right down The darkness settling We realized that we had lost track of time-- T

Inside--always Like a porcelain doll Trapped on her stand Preventing her fall To fall off her shelf Would be quite a rush No more boring shelf-life It's better to be dust-- To breeze through the air To be swept over seas To view the world To always be free