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An old bridge sepia toned clouds sailing languidly by
The European woman wearing water colour clothes waving to the sky,
Shining like a bright silver mirror suspended in sheer space
Perhaps the stars were webs of letters written into a face
( Never tell )
( Silent spell )
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2019-05-19 at 14:42
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Water Colour Clothes
Where words were rustling like a feathery fanAn old bridge sepia toned clouds sailing languidly by
The European woman wearing water colour clothes waving to the sky,
Shining like a bright silver mirror suspended in sheer space
Perhaps the stars were webs of letters written into a face
( Never tell )
( Silent spell )
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 537 times
Written on 2019-05-19 at 14:42
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