A Good One

That was a good one
Of the most beautiful things
Ever I made,
Abundant with riches beyond imagining
Flourishing with divers magnitudes of life
Giving sustenance and nurture to millennia of generations,
I gave them a star and a stone for torch and lamp
Yet only a small ripple in the wave were ever able to see
Through the consuming appetite of fear and self
Every soul has the freedom to choose, blessing or curse
This is the world, I leave for all,
Now, that w a s a good one.



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-07-15 at 05:04

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