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Forgotten streets from which she came
With signs of smoke and silver flame
Written never the same, dotting eyes I do not know
Where the words misplaced were somewhat out of line
Patterns random as birds seeking seeds beneath a quilt
Sounds of Summer reverbs, river reeds a wreath will wilt
Encoded, enlaced, a tangled pantomime
Ghost like clouds gathering a gray bouquet
Petals unfolding, a crystalline display
Glacial flowers cracking open in a vacuum dawn
Breathless hours tracking back words said to be withdrawn
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2022-11-24 at 22:53
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Said To Be
She wrote her winter name with dandelions in snowForgotten streets from which she came
With signs of smoke and silver flame
Written never the same, dotting eyes I do not know
Where the words misplaced were somewhat out of line
Patterns random as birds seeking seeds beneath a quilt
Sounds of Summer reverbs, river reeds a wreath will wilt
Encoded, enlaced, a tangled pantomime
Ghost like clouds gathering a gray bouquet
Petals unfolding, a crystalline display
Glacial flowers cracking open in a vacuum dawn
Breathless hours tracking back words said to be withdrawn
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 208 times
Written on 2022-11-24 at 22:53
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