making way
embeded and embroidered
my love for you
and in a hidden language
I speak converting time
making way
You folding words
into safe houses
leaving messages
behind drawn curtains
the meadow waiting
for our lonesome time
spent unlocking bolted doors
all as the coulors of the desert
shifts from red to white
you and I
memories untouched
as we walk into the blanc space
pulling love to threads
so please tell me
when does love die
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-20 at 22:06
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