Violet Candle
Inside yourself Night grows like a garden under a violet sunIn a patch of light behind your mind you might find someone
Hiding from themselves,
Wearing bracelets of hearts and errors on their sleeves losing
The path taking a bath doing the math only the sum is confusing
One thing for another because of the dark violet candle flames
Insidious games manifest from within and without
Solutions appear like ghosts wearing rhyme in the rain
From all conscious refrain
Counting back words again.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-01-06 at 14:47
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