Words: Oh, these things

Oh, these things
they come tumbling
Like raindrops
and
secret kisses

These things
they lurk unseen
Tickling keen
seeking
daylight’s new dawn

They lie
these things
Spinning yarns
Such
indiscrete fictions

These things
‘neath pebbles
Rocks all set
for
the turning

These hidden
memories
or feelings
or
stolen moments

These landmine
things
awaiting
the
inquisition

Oh, these things
These hidden things
Just waiting
for
release

[From Gretchen’s prompt: ‘Hidden’]

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