Autumnal Smoke
After midnight, sound of rain on the car, thunder's deep, softly muted roar, is yearning for a mythical someone,Wonder is the lightning
The lightness of her eye
Refracting heavenly water
Bending emerald blades
Of summer sighs
Into an autumal s m o k e.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-10-10 at 09:19




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