Entwine Blue Trees
Light beneath a blue rose sky
Dust and dreams of now and then
Ink that writes broken pen
Night a leaf where secrets cry
Rains like ghosts of was and were
We ever more than mirrors eye
Now that is for our goodbye
Trains of posts no longer there
Are worlds of words of spoken line
Where Beauty breathes through brush and stroke
Creating trees blue yearning smoke
Two lovers dying to entwine ~
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2018-07-03 at 15:48
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