.
Pretty improbable?
Impossible to say,
She was the midnight, the shadows of swaying trees on torch lit beaches
The taste of summer peaches when someone reaches for a sun of golden shone
She is everything that haunts your thoughts when you are
All alone with wants and wondering, wandering on and on and on
Paths that lead everywhere and nowhere until everyone is
Gone away,
Impossible to say
Pretty improbable
Pretty is as pretty may .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-02-17 at 02:37
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Pretty May
Pretty is as pretty mayPretty improbable?
Impossible to say,
She was the midnight, the shadows of swaying trees on torch lit beaches
The taste of summer peaches when someone reaches for a sun of golden shone
She is everything that haunts your thoughts when you are
All alone with wants and wondering, wandering on and on and on
Paths that lead everywhere and nowhere until everyone is
Gone away,
Impossible to say
Pretty improbable
Pretty is as pretty may .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 1244 times
Written on 2016-02-17 at 02:37
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