Midnight Talent Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Midnight Talent



Wealth of old never lasts except in memories,
thinking backwards to the beginning.
Arresting interior voices, telling whispers
of midnight talent, hiding beneath coverlets
of latent sorrow.
Claiming souls beyond whatever happens to
appear in skyways of heaven.

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