A new born secret
Harbored in your mind
Is like a bubble,
Iridescent and fragile
Created by your breath
And hovering in your sight,
Not knowing
That it will soon burst.
When the pressure is too much
When it is blown against its will
And forced to give up its existence.
This secret is a dew drop
Dangling delicately from a fresh green leaf
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