in tinted glass

tea in tinted glass
sand in a storm
the rest from heat

the room fascing east
a letter telling goodbye
subtile traces in your skin

a brothers death
and a sisters dispair
we hear them still

our powerlessnes hidden for a while
as we meet close to borders

Poetry by kath
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Written on 2009-01-20 at 12:48

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