Day Flow Night Fall
Days may flow
One into another
Sleeping under cover
Never know
Night tides slow
Mirroring some other
Light carrying over
Falls like snow
Images keep appearing
Like morning hours
Thoughts arise
Going reappearing
Evening pours
Into eyes
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2026-05-14 at 13:55
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