In whispers it is talked about
Intentionally so
Oft the hiding is not to hurt
Oft it is the contrary
Then, a secret is shared
You are suddenly closer
There's nothing like openness
A feeling of welcome
A surge of fresh, pure spirit
Clean as the back of a pristine white swan
No hushed tones, no planned conversations
R.I.P - A secret
Happy Birthday Sampy, my always-to-be naughty but bestest little monster.
Today I'm humming: Why by Anthony Newley
