Everyone carries a dark secret.
We do not know its name.
But it's the same secret in all of us.
Terrible. Beautiful.
We do not know its name.
But it's the same secret in all of us.
Terrible. Beautiful.
Sometimes we smile to hide it
because we are each afraid
that this is our secret alone.
because we are each afraid
that this is our secret alone.
But I know that your smile
covers the darkness
because it is mine.
covers the darkness
because it is mine.
[.....]
It is better that you look into my tears.
It is better that I look into yours.
The night embraced
blossoms into dawn.
A strange grace, is it not?
It is better that I look into yours.
The night embraced
blossoms into dawn.
A strange grace, is it not?
[.....]
How the soft wound
of courage glows
through this not trying
to hide it.
of courage glows
through this not trying
to hide it.
And a deeper secret:
I gaze from your heart,
you gaze from mine.
I gaze from your heart,
you gaze from mine.
Fred LaMotte
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