Proud Secrets
The winter sun shines weakly through gray clouds
Black secrets hurried into my dream,
They only saw our souls so proud,
Twirled in the wave of an open hand.
Inspired by Emily Dickinson and Sara Teasdale
COMPOSED IN VERSE BY VERSE
I provided the first line, then chose from lines suggested by verse by verse. It was difficult to find lines that made some kind of sense when put together.
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