in the miracle
and in the miracle of time
I look back and find your hands touching mine
in an embrace cloes to heavens path
entangeled wishes walking on enstranged roads
reaching out for our memories
encapsuled in a loose knot tied behind our backs
and still the birds sing as spring reaches into night
Poetry by kath
Read 746 times
Written on 2006-10-31 at 20:28




![]() |
Mukul Dahal |
![]() |
lastromantichero |