A Depth
The way you said
The words you were
Wove spells within seams of light
Spirits whisper wells of plasma glowing ,
Made me afraid
No one was there
Only birds that fly by night
Through summer seas swells miasma snowing,
The Queen of trees your eyes ethereal
Were serious and whimsical
Both unapproachable and beckoning ,
Yore knight unswayed rode to his reckoning,
To slay the times dragging on your trails,
To play like rhymes painting pale your nails,
Tapping lines of sight trapping souls in chains
Making mimes of light clapping while it rains,
Like a dream too close or dear to tell
Know what no one knows a depthless well,
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2024-10-16 at 13:05
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