What's done in the dark,
It's like a dream in the shadow.
It's covered by deep secrets.
It's like living an adventure,
The truth lies on the edge.
But inside their hearts,
Yet in the dark.
Happiness dwells indoors,
but is obscured by stillness.
Wisdom of the doers in action;
They spare no tears,
And their faces glow,
so their smiles are genuine.
All their deeds in the dark.
Are obscured by stillness.
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Gloria Penelope
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This seems very shady and sketchy, lol. Loved your poem!