Secrets and Hides

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Un Do the doing of
The knots that tied
To hold the truth
Inside the lies
You had to tell
Yourself my friend
Until you cried
No more nor saw
The things you had to hide
From secrets that beseech
In dreaming whispers
Far beneath in buried sleep
Now tease where breezes blow
The open road
Is calling to your soul
You can let go
And walk into the freedom
Of another dawn

©K Barr

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