Just In Rhyme
Having lived so many livesSo many dreams come and gone
Breathing 'til the end arrives
Only riding out the stone
Seeing visions of her hair flowing through the light
Falling like a river over rapids high
Weaving sunbeams in the air covering the night
With all the stars she shines escaping, a sigh
Kisses her lips like the heavens when I pray
For some lone, lost moment found in time
That is never on hand that gives me away
While attempting to catch hers in rhyme
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-08-07 at 17:17
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