.
for a breath
a space to climb the trees to reach a high
er high,
Although you never asked me
To
Sold my mother's magic pearl
to buy a gypsy comb of tortoise shell
Your hair,
Crying very brief tears into
A silk handkerchief, years ago
I thought
you had left
A face, a mind that frees me to sigh
her sigh
Was a haunted light to wear
An amulet fraught with charms of there
Were moments when the world stood still
Then whirling wildly toward the Sun flaring mad . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-06-07 at 21:40
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Moments Of Wear
We foughtfor a breath
a space to climb the trees to reach a high
er high,
Although you never asked me
To
Sold my mother's magic pearl
to buy a gypsy comb of tortoise shell
Your hair,
Crying very brief tears into
A silk handkerchief, years ago
I thought
you had left
A face, a mind that frees me to sigh
her sigh
Was a haunted light to wear
An amulet fraught with charms of there
Were moments when the world stood still
Then whirling wildly toward the Sun flaring mad . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 602 times
Written on 2015-06-07 at 21:40
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