'in the event of horizon'
Because a lie does not know
Where the time goes to die
Because it all goes too slow
Beyond those fields of pale grains
Bleaching bones leviathan
Come and play them when it rains
Dominoes, such games to plan
But blindly see blank eye to eye
Blinking dull dreams seem to lull
With waves away like some far cry
When all the push, comes to pull
Because it all goes too slow
Because a lie does not know
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2022-08-21 at 07:00
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The Time
When the truth is a lieBecause a lie does not know
Where the time goes to die
Because it all goes too slow
Beyond those fields of pale grains
Bleaching bones leviathan
Come and play them when it rains
Dominoes, such games to plan
But blindly see blank eye to eye
Blinking dull dreams seem to lull
With waves away like some far cry
When all the push, comes to pull
Because it all goes too slow
Because a lie does not know
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 212 times
Written on 2022-08-21 at 07:00
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