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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