With Smiles
Wrap feathers bright and soft as laughter and tearsPressure of skin, of heartbeats deep, slow burning rhythms
Pulsing like two souls dancing close together under the Sun
Columns of shining Light shift and phase
Time rhymes in mystic numbers, slumbers erase
The skies inside our eyes outside time to arise and race
With smiles . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-03-10 at 01:23
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