Secret Messages We Pass Along


A cool rising, on the breeze
mood’s temperature subdued,
revived by the melodies of Spring.

Minds stalled, resting below
a blanket of stars the sky tossed
gently across two beating hearts.

This pounding of drums never slows,
not even in sleep, like Morse code
their messages pass o’re the sea.

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