CRYPTIC TALES

Whispered secrets, hushed,
In shadows, stories concealed,
Truth beneath the veil.
Cryptic tales, enigma's art,
Reveal the myst'ry of hearts,
Silent words impart....
                                                           ~Taekita369

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