Words that may be revealed are those disclosed,
Emotions that may be received are those concealed,
Standing on the verge of destiny are those without a goal....

Secrets are enclosed within the snowy heart of pain,
It reveals this only to relieve and release its moment of bane,
It is indeed commendable to keep the words tight,
In our hearts these long years only for them to come outright,
Fanaticism isn't what secretive thoughts meander,
Developing a fear of intimacy as closeness draws near....

Emerging from a darkened land,
Holding up a swaying hand,
It is bold enough to accept,
That secrets are better snowy swept than they are into debt...
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