Evolver


Who is the one who is looking through the trees
The wooden ones those no one sees
Close violet skies rosy crimson hue
Who is the one does not look at you
With timepiece hands with iris eyes
Seeing through the whole evolving guise



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-02-24 at 12:12

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