Secrets

I hope for a pair of wings

so I can fly up high

and see atop the trees;

I will fly even higher

so I can touch the stars

and whisper my secrets.

I have secrets no one knows –

I’m a great pretender

like those who’ve come and gone.

I don’t need wings anymore

when I’ve spilled my secrets

to the stars that won’t tell.

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