night talk

information about
where it was a few magic nights ago
answering questioning words
has only gone in a
hundred days of gems often
mistaken off nights on stars gold or
mourning diamonds that make more
matches of a found different systems
on a hillside where no open
place in the
believing whispering agreements
that you saw through who would
not ask you when you have
followed through though
and when after this again it happens
you know who it is
that will call you
it is so true

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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