for us
shh - a whisper heard
tearing realm into bliss
your name engraved
in the hours of morning
bewildered time
engaging sorrow
remembering Paris
the longing for your kiss
as the Seine flows reluctantly
through time and passes by
we a picture in my mind
searching the steps as you speak
of the room at Mont Parnasse
for us you say
it is a dream
living beside reality
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-09 at 06:55
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