Chars


Some years are made of thistledown
Some are made of string
It all burns in the fire
Stars and planets sing

Some seek to claim a thorny crown
Take before they bring
Oblivious desire
Chars everything

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Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2017-02-13 at 01:40

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