Waving Like Goodbyes

On a pitch dark night alone she lay
Under singing stars so faraway
A violet light softly was shining in her eyes
Worlds of dreams flowering streams, waving like goodbyes

With no one there to hold, no right to stay
Wondering at the words left to say
Only breathing, growing older, the way Time flies
Counting moonbeams as they stray, nothing more, realize . . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2019-09-13 at 22:21

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