Seek The Way
Somewhere between the vasts of here and nowThere spans an arch so high the dross may never cross
Oh dear my Love she goes to seek The Way
Who knows where
May be there
.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers

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Written on 2015-04-01 at 19:29




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