Unto The Weaver
Today was once foreverWhen hearts are young and free to fly
Into the sky so blue no chains of time
Blissfully unaware of Eternal Winter
Today is now and never
Going to be too hard to try
Living inside a shadow Pantomime
Returning your boughs again unto the weaver
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers

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Written on 2019-12-21 at 18:50




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