I am not telling anyone
But everyone knows.
Passing by a mirror,
I sense I should know,
But I cannot tell.
Listen up ! What was that,
An ask or a clue ?
Oh, I cannot say either
What it was growing up,
Feeding the sparrows
Who grew into owls,
As whispers into howls,
As secrets into riddles.
Image credit : The Secret
Frédéric Benqué 