So To
Only a word so to speak
Who is no one there to hear
Inside the world growing weak
Just in time to disappear
Open a window image fading
Now that tomorrow was not to be
What thoughts for will were well worth trading
Where warped threads weaving invisibly
Just in time to disappear
Inside the world growing weak
Who is no one there to hear
Only a word so to speak.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers

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Written on 2018-12-26 at 03:49




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