Yet Again



We wait without the world within

Will turn about forget to spin


Until at last a light appears to shine

When all is past a night that nears divine


Both infinite and passing like a thought set free

Indefinite releasing that which was may be



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2026-04-03 at 01:24

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