Quata Cats
This cat is infinite
Has white little toes
Miaows & stars ignite
Night turns into rose
As the morning lights
Wears tails of fog and rain
Covering those sights
Not to be seen again
Tears are thoughts of what if was
Something so differently same
This is infinite because
Cats,and toes and stars all became
Figments of fog & rain
Not to be seen again
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2024-05-05 at 23:25
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