Under lock and key,
In a murky chamber and away from prying eyes:
That which ought not be acknowledged,
That which ought not be avowed,
That which might or might not exist—a country, a continent,
The hidden side of me.
Poetry in Three (or more) Languages. [FOR THOSE OF YOU VIEWING THIS SITE ON A MOBILE DEVICE, PLEASE READ THE POEMS IN LANDSCAPE ORIENTATION FOR THE SAKE OF CORRECT LINE BREAKS.]
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