A Hasty Apology

Sep 26 2011

Told me not to tell anyone.

Secret amongst the few,

it should remain.

 

But how could I not share?

Awe-inspiring wonders.

 

Vivid descriptions

of green and rust,

intertwined.

 

I tasted

at the tip of my tongue.

Spit them out with vigor.

 

How could I divine?

Transformations.

Induced by the masses,

clean and corrupt.

 

Now I must believe.

Happiness is genuine.

 

The secrets out.

And I’m sorry.

 

 

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