In VegasA Poem by Julie A Martin Secrets we keep The bright city lights of gambling and sin Pale next to the quiet space in your ears Where the secrets come in When we talk in Vegas, no words are said Surrounded by a fence of silence Judgment suspended As we speak in Vegas, the coins dropping into eager hands The brightness of avarice blends and conceals Our plots and plans, when we speak in Vegas Dark doings in shadowy hallways Ignorance is bliss Always open, always closed Your mouth smiles behind your empty eyes Blocking the truth of another’s lies Enabling the perception of nothing - See more at: https://scriggler.com/DetailPost/Poetry/31683#sthash.n8xfPs7m.dpuf© 2016 Julie A Martin |
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Julie A MartinFort Lauderdale, FLAboutRaised in the wilds of the Northwest suburbs of Chicago, I moved to sunny South Florida after college, where I remain, twenty two years later. Passionate poet. Lover of Adventure, Romance, and spagh.. more..Writing
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