I see the silouette of your branches
etched with solemn pride
against the grey orange desert sky
I see the dark lines of things buried deep
of the hurts and the lows
and that which we decided should remain asleep
I watch light clouds of questions float by
of those who yearn to be enlightened
and not the truth to be denied
I wonder whether nature
always deem secrets to be a festering harm
and whether keeping them is just a waiting alarm
I hope the secrets that I keep
will be for the best and the better
of those I believe I need to protect
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