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Little Secrets
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English Pieces No one can tell
the whereabouts of a wave
or a thought.
No one can surround the place
of a dream.
What the hand writes,
the pen knows.
And what the heart says,
the wind blows.
What the book hides,
a bird knows, yes he knows,
secrets of a heart that everyday
has a story to tell
has a tear to spill,
a smile afterwards to cheer,
a dream to awaken and then to sleep,
a heart that everyday
crosses a stream.
October 24, 2005
