tirsdag den 12. maj 2009

The secret

The old tree knows my secret
The old man on the bench knows it
What is my secret then?
If I put it into words I would loose it
To know it
You would have to listen
Really listen
Like when you listened to a great story
in the youth of your childhood
Or when you discovered something new
You cannot know my secret without
excitement and curiosity
maybe
maybe you already know

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