Sun Day Nights

Strange worlds

Sun burns shadows gray

Dust forms 

Evening branches

Into Astral candelabras 

Shimmering incandescent waterfalls

Of sheer Light

Dream of purest linen

Fading unto morning...





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2023-09-14 at 23:23

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