For The World
Warm tears falling through black windows of space
An alien musical phrasing counting cadence as I slept
There were worlds of dreams being born in your face
Strange foreign countries of tears lacing the night singing while you wept
For the world
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2026-02-04 at 00:44
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