( Zephyrs )
    ( hear )
I've forgotten to count the days a g a i n
That come and go on a heavenly stair,
They're fields of Sun and e v e r so much r a i n
Sometimes I see address storm on my chair,
Lyric 'tis so comforting with these riddles winding round
Tree roots ancient as the sky flourishing deep underground,
Lyric...Lyric...Lyric
    ( clear )
Please visit me the Night's r e f r a i n
Scenes to be pouring r i v e r s through your hair,
And if you wear that Alice dressÂ
Grace may sing her soaring song
Until the roof leaves all walls become a sail
An angel on a Zephyr in the shape of a wheel
Unfurls a wing to hold you near
As lyrical as you appear,
Lyric...Lyric...L y r i c
    ( here )
Are the daylight fields reaching ever outwards
Shall we visit when the '4' O'clocks display
To wander through the deeper blues
I hear their whispers calling, beckoning
The secrets from your lips as though to say,
L y r i c lyric l y r i c
     ( hear )
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2012-12-08 at 23:44
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Lyric Hear
Lyric...Lyric...Lyric    ( hear )
I've forgotten to count the days a g a i n
That come and go on a heavenly stair,
They're fields of Sun and e v e r so much r a i n
Sometimes I see address storm on my chair,
Lyric 'tis so comforting with these riddles winding round
Tree roots ancient as the sky flourishing deep underground,
Lyric...Lyric...Lyric
    ( clear )
Please visit me the Night's r e f r a i n
Scenes to be pouring r i v e r s through your hair,
And if you wear that Alice dressÂ
Grace may sing her soaring song
Until the roof leaves all walls become a sail
An angel on a Zephyr in the shape of a wheel
Unfurls a wing to hold you near
As lyrical as you appear,
Lyric...Lyric...L y r i c
    ( here )
Are the daylight fields reaching ever outwards
Shall we visit when the '4' O'clocks display
To wander through the deeper blues
I hear their whispers calling, beckoning
The secrets from your lips as though to say,
L y r i c lyric l y r i c
     ( hear )
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 1126 times
Written on 2012-12-08 at 23:44
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