Where Shadows Go

Sunset so soon draws near
Crazy quilt colors run like rivers of the sun
Shines, time to disappear~
Swimming through liquid breathing trees of Light
Dreaming of fading files of hills and powdered stone
Aching like a memory taking time away and bringing back
Just like a strain of laughter once, pierced you to the bone,
Empty pens strewn like rusting railway cars whisper of Death~



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-10-08 at 21:25

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Loved the last line
2016-10-10