<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=463832" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Secrets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A secret burns in my brain<br>like a glowing coal.<br>Yes, the secret lodged behind my eyes<br>sputters and mutters like a burning coal<br>pops and rocks through the long lights of York<br>singeing its tissuey bed<br>abashing its keeper.<br>How it longs to slip the keep of its living brazier<br>To impart to the world of itself at least a spark<br>perhaps, credence given, to start a small fire-<br>How it yearns, wee imp, to hatch out<br>timlily as a chick from an egg<br>and trot about the world crying 'peep, peep, peep.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I, too, crave the rout of the secret<br>(which fidgets in there like a bean) <br>I, too, crave its flight<br>into the ears of a few.<br>So would you. It hurts. Its hot.<br>Its eremite existence serving scant purpose, at all, <br>saving secrecy, of course, a pretty dull thing, <br>pointless to all who might wish to know-<br>unfair to all who might otherwise be listening, wrapt, <br>on the telephone, propped on pillows, sipping myrthe, <br>to the enchanting music of the secret, the<br>serpentine strains, the instructive rondel, oboeing forth, <br>crossing itself, doubling back, this secret.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this secret....</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Morgan+Michaels">Morgan Michaels</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=463832" data-title="Secrets de Morgan Michaels" data-description="A secret burns in my brain like a glowing coal. Yes, the secret lodged behind my eyes sputters and mutters like a burning coal pops and rocks through the long lights of York singeing its tissuey bed abashing its keeper. How it longs to slip the ke..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black