the thin line
the sweetness of days
passed and still
vibrating in awe
love - the undone
fleeing white days
as the sun sets
somewhere in mid west
fragile - as I look at you
the trashed parts of me
so bright now
pain - the used noun
catching sorrow
as the sun goes down
somewhere out of reach
and in my mind
I am forever
searching the thin line
telling day from night
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-17 at 07:08
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