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Long locked inside a darkened forest of solitary thought
a voice of singing silver composed the narrative
Woven threads of dreaming rivers wandering through blue summer afternoons
A key which opened the door to a heaven of light blessed skies smiling down
Upon unbounded choirs of emerald hills dressed in luminous garments of beautiful trees,
Wandering lost in circles of melancholy muse I knocked against
A door of ancient oak,spirit racing as a voice spoke from deep within
Hearing the very soul of light and life and so my world began to spin
A tale of Love Forever found my heart
Fell open only to fly away with wings made to be free
Held Forever in my arms again, once I found the key
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-12-19 at 01:48
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The Missing Key
Once I found the missing key to my heartLong locked inside a darkened forest of solitary thought
a voice of singing silver composed the narrative
Woven threads of dreaming rivers wandering through blue summer afternoons
A key which opened the door to a heaven of light blessed skies smiling down
Upon unbounded choirs of emerald hills dressed in luminous garments of beautiful trees,
Wandering lost in circles of melancholy muse I knocked against
A door of ancient oak,spirit racing as a voice spoke from deep within
Hearing the very soul of light and life and so my world began to spin
A tale of Love Forever found my heart
Fell open only to fly away with wings made to be free
Held Forever in my arms again, once I found the key
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 1270 times
Written on 2013-12-19 at 01:48
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