Come To Pass
Since this loss has come to passRain like tears falls on the grass
Nothing happens a lost blank face
Looks for you inside and out not seeing
Now only Grace may take your place
And is my only excuse for being
While time rolls on full of ghosts without names
Throwing dice at the wheels hoping for nines
My rhyme calls and breaks the frosts and the flames
You know how it feels all alone the signs
Your reflection in my glass
Rain like tears falls on the grass
Since this loss has come to pass
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-04-03 at 11:57
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