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While Under



While under the slow breaking waves
feel the walls crumble to collapse and turn
over and over on the pillow held so close and fall,

Where the windows shiver open to receive, to bless
departing souls leaving shores no longer exist
feel you there with me something greater awaits,

still I shall hold you love with all I am
dream the world as the time rewinds, replays
while under the slow breaking days. . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2012-11-07 at 16:52

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Nathalia
Beautiful.
2012-11-07