Summer In Dreamland
Another Summer in DreamlandMystic Numbers of crystals bristling
Portents wickering through cerulean blue eaves
Magic weaves a spell, universal parallel
Leaves murmuring secret chants of violet Lo*
The stars are burning in your hand
Where there is nothing to withstand
She is whispering,"come now, it's time to go."
Another Summer in Dreamland. . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-07-11 at 03:53
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