Exist

Will there ever exist another Summer
Each day rolls on rails past exit after exit
Painted with same signs
Which one will open then
Who enters to start the closing
Of this sky is closer now
Thoughts like replaying echoes
Lost in reverberations of thunder
Wearing old costumes of shadow&rain
So touching those moments with ghost hands
Always reaching for what was lost before unopened eyes
Someone to say no matter what space
Something reminding oneself of another
Way that stays the same as change
Exists replaying thoughts like Summer
Will.





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-06-20 at 13:32

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