A Way
When the way out is the way back in
Inside out silhouettes/suns paper thin
Blackout bomber curtains drape cloudy grays
The World so thirsty and it rains for days,
Still so sleepy, but it's just the dawn
Where wonders of the Night have all gone,
Perhaps today another Light to playful bend
When the way out is the way back in.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2017-01-29 at 14:06
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