Way Up
There lives a woman way up there
In the woods, in the hilly trees
Of her mind somewhere,
I see she's dressed in starry clouds
She wears violet vallies draped in mists
As softly luminous bracelets
About her wrists encrypted secrets
That only moonlight may not have missed,
One night I heard her calling
Just like a ravens wingbeat falling
From far flung forevers to reach me here
There lives a woman way up t h e r e
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-12-03 at 15:19
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