Full moon

All at one time

Under the moon

Simple little flowers in bloom

A picture of purple reflection

When there are a few of the stars

Making just enough peek through

The hurt of a body weighed out of the

Past purpose of a demonstration of

The love and comfort so needed

But when a decision makes the gift known

The sedation comes so clear

If I can ask you a question

Where can we end up tonight my dear

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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