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Jun 2013
My secret,
my ocean,
quiet boy
who listens but never speaks,
my sea,
shy one,
who knows but never tells,
my wave,
calm softness,
who shouts but wont even whisper
My blue,
who shines but never shows
and still flows at night,
when not even the fish are awake.
Ruth Boon
Written by
Ruth Boon  Hong Kong
(Hong Kong)   
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