Secrets in the River

By Ellie Cummins

 

In the rushing, glinting water

Raced a secret wouldn’t spill

As it gushed away from questions

With it’s frigid, iron will

 

No more talk and no more chatter

Water called, and hurried on

Keeping always to a clatter

So to mask the morning dawn

 

No more questions, no more answers,

Look this way until it’s past

For the water does move swiftly

And its secrets all are fast.

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