Grey


Through the intersticed arches of an overwhelming Night
While Winter slept within a thought
Where seasons swept away gestalt
Wept with secrets
Kept by spirit sisters of the dawn,
Forest cities grew from few and frost
Like tears were burning Light
Became an articulated flame speaking
The dream within a name
Something is all the same
Someone made whole another frame breaking
Like clay and bones white as Day[¬Г~]





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2017-08-05 at 17:22

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