Path
Paths,Steeple tops stymying climbers to a fall.
Broadway rooms for all.
One,
Rises with wet scars, tears and blood.
Stain,
Robes are worn through storm breaks.
Light,
Is the gift of Love undying.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-05-21 at 15:29
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