Circle of Encounters

A Certain Lady

In the shadowy hall
she stopped me,
her hand on my arm.
"Never tell!" she said,
and squeezed my wrist.
She turned and ran.
She never told me
what to keep
eternally secret.
She just told me,
"Never tell!"
squeezed my wrist,
and left me to wonder
in the empty hall.

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