Pouring Rain
A ghost appeared in an illusory window
Her face so strange to see it was cold pouring rain
Somehow beautiful still inside the Night did whisper
What were some intonations sounding like a name
Forgotten in the long ago to write forever
Without expressing even a single sorrow
To address a room where one lives to follow
An unending spiral that just to return again
A ghost appears in an illusory window
Her face so strange to see in the cold pouring rain
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Written on 2026-02-23 at 11:37
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