Light Became

 

In the eyes of some heaven

An instant of pure belief was born

Songs of the morning

Patterns of sound and light

Touching the fabric of being

Became,

Now 





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2024-12-05 at 13:55

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