Break Time
Before the falls we stop and sway
Into the walls walking away
The day appears so draw a breath
Shedding dry tears kisses of death
Above the sky where rain is love reposes
In rows who knows again dream presupposes
Return those calls on top today
Stopping the stalls talking to say
Making some sounds so to speak
Baking the grounds take a break
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers

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Written on 2020-05-04 at 15:53




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