untitled
Our secrets
have no voice.
They are unclaimed packages.
Words -
we do not want
but cannot
discard.
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Comments
With no return address.
Posted by: colleen | March 29, 2007 8:27 PM
Haiku!
Posted by: Kuanyin | March 29, 2007 2:53 PM
What a lovely poem -- says so much in so few words.
Posted by: Thomma Lyn | March 29, 2007 9:21 AM