Water Colour Clothes

Where words were rustling like a feathery fan
An old bridge sepia toned clouds sailing languidly by
The European woman wearing water colour clothes waving to the sky,

Shining like a bright silver mirror suspended in sheer space
Perhaps the stars were webs of letters written into a face

( Never tell )

( Silent spell )

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-05-19 at 14:42

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