Folded

you whisper secrets into my ears,
i fold them into canvas of my being,
inch by inch,
layer by layer,
wrapped into their elements ,
the universe its witness
dug deep into the remnants of time
hidden where no archaeologist would find
folded and rested.

44 words- A Quadrille.

Acknowledgements :- Written for Quadrille at dVerse hosted by Whimsy Gizmo aka De Jackson, the prompt word being, “Fold”. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.