Another's Hand
There are times I feel another's hand inside of minea voice other than my own speaks from deep within
as though a dream were this awakening mind that keeps
rowing ahead day to day
wondering to find a way,
There are rhymes too old to come from me which come to be in verse
which write themselves from who knows where
perhaps the dead are living there
Is anything impossible to truly divine?
There are times I feel another's hand inside of mine...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-05-25 at 01:10
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