Something Lost
Something lost, out in the night
Frozen jewels made of light
Masquerading as lamps on fire
Ghost trains run through tunnels of rain
With boxes of dream bundled in cars
Time drains itself dry, comes again
Simulacrum life under the stars
Feeling frost windows insight
Frozen jewels made of light
Something lost out in the night
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2024-01-19 at 21:31
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