Palaces


Death is a ruinous flower
Hungry are dark souls feeding on Light
Stealing pictures of broken stars
Inverse formulas caressing Night

Time is a muddle of shadow and mirror
A lake in the sky asking why are you here
Nothingness taking you away forever
To know All at last if only more were there.



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-03-18 at 17:29

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