Seek The Way

Somewhere between the vasts of here and now
There spans an arch so high the dross may never cross
Oh dear my Love she goes to seek The Way
Who knows where
May be there
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Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-04-01 at 19:29

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
I see a dark painting of ancient vaulted rooms that hold the treasure of "the way". Well written and beautifully described.
2015-04-01