Secret Identity Poem by Soha (Houston Asia Society)

Curious mind becomes spontaneous flight

and infinite seas to travel.

Hidden by the blanket of night,

footprints in dirt and gravel;

as from the cloud peeks daylight,

exploring that road ––

the road less traveled by.

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