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Her words spell L i g h t
Eyes deep souled b l u e
In deepest N i g h t
Eyes wishful knew
Until daybreak
Even morning rise
A little dark remains
Looking in his eyes
Cannot see but tries
Peers in between the strains
And all that implies
In deepest N i g h t
Eyes deep souled b l u e
Until daybreak
Her words spell L i g h t
Eyes wishful knew
She does not speak
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Spell L i g h t
She does not speakHer words spell L i g h t
Eyes deep souled b l u e
In deepest N i g h t
Eyes wishful knew
Until daybreak
Even morning rise
A little dark remains
Looking in his eyes
Cannot see but tries
Peers in between the strains
And all that implies
In deepest N i g h t
Eyes deep souled b l u e
Until daybreak
Her words spell L i g h t
Eyes wishful knew
She does not speak
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 519 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2022-10-14 at 23:55
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