Coo Of Evening


A sedative of dovesong
Meditates the still green garden light
Evening, senses quiet
Imbibing single syllables like a dream ';9>



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-04-09 at 19:40

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Commentally Ill
sedatives, imbibing......................

what time should i be there? and should i bring anything? sounds like you've got the party favors, maybe i'll just bring a flick.
2013-04-11



A beautiful, serene piece, my friend, with an intriguing close! :>o
2013-04-09