Secrets and Shadows

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The midnight sun

Shines through my window,

As I lay in bed,

Trying to make sense of it all.

There are secrets

That I cannot tell,

An inner termoil

That I know too well.

The shadows of past



Wallis May Streete

Mother of three. Freelance writer. Poet. Lyricist. Dreamer. “We are lost souls trying to find the light, and when we do, we dance with shadows.”