Night Globe
Brown fields slowly fillingWith light dancing frills of eiderdown
Heavenly night spilling
Kingdoms castles chills of ice to crown
Worlds below the velvet skies
Vaulted deep, pearly, diamond pinned
Only Sleep, believes it's eyes
Nothing moves, is closed or opened
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-10-26 at 15:55
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