For Bliss
Like smoke dancing in a forest day
Her eyes were an ethereal violet, grey
Summer came playing poems
Weaving melodies and rhymes through
Her hair was like a silken screen of pale gold
She was singing as she ran away into
The ghost like trees where no one knew
Her name floating weightless as her kiss
Came to mind or was she only
A synonym for bliss
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2017-02-12 at 09:33
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