do you feel
do you feel the colour
- the lost
or the one we won
steps in a country unknown
new and still
our tracks already in place
do you hear the sounds
ceased in a now
distinct in the end
maybe a play
one without a manuscript
like a letter unopened
search the crowd
and find your eyes sweeping
over realities unseen
so do you feel the colour
with tears and laughter
in a life so short
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2009-02-04 at 08:28
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