Seven for luck
Night falls as day light falters,
hidden in sweet twilight's arms.
Day sleeps as night awakens.
and grows darker, looking round
Lovers sharing small secrets,
knowing that the dark won't tell.
Day might speak before she thinks.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2020
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