Go By

Days arrive they go by

Often gray sometimes rather blue

Some days are clear the story says

And they may see right into you

Night sings a lullaby 

Of dreams set sail on sleepy waves

Bathing in a transparent hue

Is falling through the sky

No one knows you nor I

Days arrive they go by . . . 





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-04-02 at 00:10

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2024-04-02