Secrets

Some things are better left unsaid
while they remain hidden they are precious
more than the stones that glitter to dazzle our eyes
and more than the leaflets that could buy an entire estate
it's personal, embedded within, deeply engrossing
you are bedazzled by it
yet it remains your own
a secret so precious
it's perilous to reveal

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i wonder what a man can do
to redeem himself to happiness
when all is in grey and black
even when white seems so rare
and the glint of colour is extinct
where do i find that gleam of joy
that paints the world
with a colourful brush
oh how do i find my little diamonds
that are worthless
yet priceless
to me it is the world
not of riches and luxury
but of vivid colour
not proxy