An Evening In Otherwise

Camping in a soft swell of purple dusk
Eyelids swimming waves the lullaby night falls
Trees whisper secrets in a strangely familiar tongue,
Shadows move behind an old wooden door/
'Rapt in silken, sapphire blouses, skirts and scarves,
To dance beneath the midnight sun /*\



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-09-22 at 02:19

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2016-09-22