Princes Burning


Cannot know what you don't know
Cannot hear what, you can't say
Castles burning in the snow
Princes kissing yesterday

In satin ripples burning glow
Thoughts were only bubbles blown
Light carousels and all that shown
What is made to be unknown

Breathe in ink and bleed in lines
Make paper boats drift on streams
What you think your need defines
Come to see me in my dreams



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2018-04-09 at 22:47

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