Teardrop Worlds

There are worlds within her teardrops 
Spinning fables written in the blurring blue
Lessons lost to ever yearning yet
Flowers growing like the alphabet 
Once I sailed through where the light stops
In a boat perhaps a feather anchor
Was all the weight to hold on fast
Sea this earth may mirror sky
Life and Death no reason why,
To wake to rise find a way to fall, into
There are worlds within her, teardrops...



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-03-09 at 02:38

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