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
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Written on 2024-04-02 at 00:10
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