A Secret
Is a thought kept from.
It blooms only in cowards.
Who need to...
Grow a tree of pears...
And pick a pair.
I am now anew.
Since I met the me in you.
I am in love not with an idea
Or the lack of one...
I am in love with a soul.
Beautiful soul...
We will meet again soon.
poem by Erica Borges
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