A Secret By Laurynmkoole, · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: Poetry
A secret is heard from the 11th floor.
It hurries down the stairs to spread the word.
The Snooper grabs a pen and paper to write down the secret, then suddenly, so delicately crumples and throws the paper away.
“What am I thinking” the Snooper says quietly.
This is a secret, it should not be told.
The secret rushes back up the stairs and now remains unknown.
This was written by my friend’s daughter. Wonderful.