Once someone spoke to you, you guess
In such a silent, drifting tone
She was tired of her mother's mess
Also of living all alone

Dressed like a priest I must confess
With pounding temples carved of stone
Like an angel of loneliness
Was prone to fasting to the bone

Love everlasting like shadows thrown
When someone sneezes sounds like God Bless
For way back when it was not unknown
The frame still freezes just before, "yes" ?

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-09-17 at 15:15

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