Claymore

Out of this world some other day
Is the only place I may ever find the one
Way

Light was the dress you wore star woven silk
Night falling evermore skin white as milk
Day

Reveals only what appears to be not there
Looking through the mirror tears will disappear
Say

Anything to anyone everything is overrun
Time to find yourself alone in a room behind the sun
Play

It all over again and again in your mind repeat
Rhyme is all that is left to cover the tracks, retreat
Clay





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-01-11 at 21:24

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