is what I see





things are not right
bluebells without colour
is what I see
as rain comes slowly
passing by indefinetly

so I hold on to whispers
caught in the hollow space
deep inside my heart

in the room of tears



Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-04-25 at 21:19

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
'so I hold on to whispers
caught in the hollow space
deep inside my heart'



Katherine this poem tells so much about you so distinctive is your bittersweet style that is unique enough for publication

'In the room of tears'

a brilliant punch line a wonderful ending
rgds mike
2007-04-26