Towers



An endless line of Light
Winds through spires of sleep
Crossing paths with the Night
Nothing left to keep

Once was a promise never kept
A dream between the lines of being
Someone so silent as they slept
Beneath the surface waves not seeing





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2018-09-17 at 04:19

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