The truth revealed
Then hidden,
Like a frightened kitten
Peering beyond a wall.
Not quite sure if ’twas
Right or wrong,
Perhaps silence was
The better option.
The word not spoken
From birth till death,
It touches nothing,
And everything.
The truth revealed
Then hidden,
Like a frightened kitten
Peering beyond a wall.
Not quite sure if ’twas
Right or wrong,
Perhaps silence was
The better option.
The word not spoken
From birth till death,
It touches nothing,
And everything.
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