What Is

What is your limit, where is your mind?
That is not it, is it? No one to ask you again
What am I am, am I nowhere near it or no?
Push a breath a taste of rain, clear as champagne split,
A lift of will the merry-go-round thrill you chase the rivers racy
Winding way of finding banks are closing skies are posing as
Heavens wings all these things we always never seem to find
No one to ask you again, That is not it, is it?
Where is you mind, what is your limit?~



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-11-23 at 00:58

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