Is Known
Time to turn out the lightsFind the switch to write a play
Hide behind shadow nights
Time to sleep another day
Will it keep
Will it ruin
Eyes were young just a moment past
Looking for something overcast
Clouds were crying for someone who
Only trying not to be blue
So it goes after a while
Time to wind up what's wound down
In the same place that is known
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2022-05-29 at 09:52
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