.
wrapping themselves around and through
It often rains and rains
tears conceal a sky of blue
Who is it waiting there hidden inside themselves alone
Talking to ghosts of trees, asking for lights and writing words on stones?
As though the days and nights were trains, phantom window seats seaside sold
Cups of mystic teatime nursery rhyme sand dune afternoon myths
Fit into the narrowing widths and space to spare
Sink your soul in the rains
as though the years were chains
Wrapping up the set pieces of life, face it, dare
it often rains and rains . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-10-14 at 02:34
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R&R
As though the years were chainswrapping themselves around and through
It often rains and rains
tears conceal a sky of blue
Who is it waiting there hidden inside themselves alone
Talking to ghosts of trees, asking for lights and writing words on stones?
As though the days and nights were trains, phantom window seats seaside sold
Cups of mystic teatime nursery rhyme sand dune afternoon myths
Fit into the narrowing widths and space to spare
Sink your soul in the rains
as though the years were chains
Wrapping up the set pieces of life, face it, dare
it often rains and rains . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 462 times
Written on 2015-10-14 at 02:34
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