DI Mention
You who are my horizonthe evening of my dawn
burning coals of roses to warm
my soul longs each night
every passing day, shine or rain
just for you to translate
these invocations of line
into your dimensional form.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-04-29 at 12:11
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