in St Germaine
french names - the cikadas playing
a broken heel of my shoe and evening breeze
spring in St Germaine
the grave - no one visits
a son without name beneath a cross so white
the place of sorrow - home of the wild rose
we grow pale in the mirror of the moon
kiss the scent of love
and follow the chruch bell's chime
waiting by the gate
singing hymns without lexicon
in hope of the good in human kind
a broken phrase - french names
spring in St Germaine
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2009-01-27 at 09:27
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