Buried feelings often sprout
Well kept rows of weeds
When alone these strongly grow
Until soul, they supersede
And those artifacts of destiny
Unveiled by charades of history
Human eyes soon will betray
Human eyes soon will betray
When hidden emotions are left to stray
Buried feelings often sprout
Well kept rows of weeds
When alone these strongly grow
Until soul, they supersede
Impromptu word’s interpretation,
Impromptu word’s interpretation,
House Shameful moments' revelation
And those hidden feelings unexpressed,
Apt Careless actions, shall confess
Copyright©2012 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
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