Monday, January 16, 2017

Tell

Come Stranger, 
Stop by if bored. 
I don’t tell much, 
Though good company.

Talk about the mighty thunderer, 
The pesky neighbour, 
Or the world as it should be. 

Let’s talk till we start to tell 
When It peeks - no more - 
Douse It in the weather and Tea, 
Munch and swallow - The tea heavy secrets. 

Promise me you won’t dig
 And I will give you the map 
To my heavy treasures. 
Beware, the darkest gold 
Is what the closest ones can never have. 

Or, I could give It in a riddle, 
I can sleep having given 
and you needn’t hide. 

Now that you have the cipher 
Swear you won’t crack It - 
This riddle. 
Me. 

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