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.