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Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Whispering Secrets


The wind is whispering secrets
It's voice is soft and low.
There are white and wintery secrets
In the quiet falling snow.
Hear secrets in the footsteps
Of the people on the street.
And in gay, ribboned packages
Of everyone you meet.
There are merry secrets twinkling
In the eyes of many a child.
Secrets kept by Mum and Dad
When you asked, they only smiled.
Oh, our world is full of secrets
Now steal quietly away.
Till they open up like magic
On a wonderous Christmas Day.
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