Now There

There was that and there was Not
Days pass without knowledge
An abstract collage
Bombards tattered senses
Useless defenses
Bizarre iterations, pointless alterations
Of landscapes forefront, the lot
There is that, and there is not.

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-04 at 15:32

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