Secrets tumble from a lovers lips Whispered out as light and pale. Unencumbered words that slip, But butterflies of words are frail. For they are beautiful when spoken, But fractious on the wings of time. All too easily they’re broken, Falling but to dust, sublime. As silent prose, they seldom carry, More than just a gilt veneer. Gone to air, they rarely tarry, Long enough for us to hear.Birth sign: Gemini
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