Secrets

The morning whispered softly
In my ear, of possibility
And of pain
She showed me the rising sun
Luminous and radiant
Covered by clouds of rain
And thunder
Behind darkness remains still
The light
Behind claps of thunder
Are songbirds singing
And children laughing so innocently
There’s nothing that cannot be turned
Within this mind, time is eternally
Shifting, and with it- all light and dark
Blend into one-
Experience is but a word, to cover
Wisdom’s soft secrets

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