secrets <br />in the breeze <br />the sea exhibits lips <br />that die to tell <br />things in its bossom <br /> <br />secrets <br />in the breeze <br />leaves flutter <br />in smart sequence <br />beating a drum <br />of contentment <br />that soon heaven would open to shower rain <br /> <br />secrets <br />fishes in the sea, <br />of all colours and sizes <br />shells, prawns, crabs, <br />corals, sand, sludge <br />and volcanic cracks <br /> <br />the fortunate ones <br />get to the gills of a few, turn the tide <br />of history, personal <br />or otherwise <br /> <br />the rest <br />they lie in the crevices, <br />chambers of <br />the human heart <br />- for good, for bad <br /> <br />breeze <br />the sea exhibits lips <br />that die to tell <br />the secrets it harbours <br /> <br />leaves burst in laughter <br />from its whisper <br />that soon heaven <br />would cool the day <br /> <br />secrets <br />the graves finally <br />claim them <br />- sealed and eaten up <br />to skeletal remains<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/secrets-21/
