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Heaven's Own Paper




I am the paper, you are the white
I am the inkling, you are the light
writing my name like a brilliant reply
If Time is the question you are my why
Are the heavens ever deeper and the sea
Like your eyes flashing wild and so heavenly
planets whirling art stir our hearts ignite
We are but inklings drawn to the light
Dreaming of heavens own paper white...





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-03-02 at 00:58

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Morning Star
Exceptional poem, just beautiful sentiments and very artistically written. A great read. Thanks for sharing.
2013-03-02

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Dear Ghost, Loret.
by Chaucer Whethers