Friday 28 August 2015

Our Walk By The Sea

You told of your childhood
and muttered dreaded secrets
kept away by
Good Manners and
complicated fears

The sea seemed soothing then
Although the harsh waves roared
and spat at our ankles
The wicked wind
Whipping away your
tearful whispers
I had to strain to hear
And strain to not
Some secrets should remain swept
away by sensible

oceans

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