~Whorls~

Stars or sand pouring silver whorls
Winter went waving wands over the worlds
The words were snowing from skies so blue
Like tears in your eyes frozen but true,
Prints on the hands, prints in the brains
Nothing withstands tints when it rains,
Cached in the gray matter it curls
Stars of sand pouring silver whorls~



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-10-13 at 23:08

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