Summer Streams
After the sunset falls down
evening petals,
gathering rounds of night
are raining
rose red.
Your clock disappears
leave the minute hands
are branching into dreams
where have they gone
unknown.
After the sunset falls down
like a dress on the lawn
where the longing may touch
Summer streams
through the door
so forgotten the sun
light has died
in your arms
after the sunset falls down
all alone
in here.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-03-16 at 00:14
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