Folders
Oh now these days how they all fold together againRemember once upon a time or was it never ever ever
We were wondering about wanting someone or something
Wandering through the woods like trees or clouds or words
Who was whispering willow secret songs, who dreaming overheard
Her slender silken web words dancing iris blue sky circling flames
She had so many violet breaths to share the world was like an illusion
Seeming to embrace every thought and place no one was ever there
Only the endless river and her whispering rain
Oh, now those days how they all fold together again .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2019-03-05 at 21:40
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