a path
crumbs between my fingers
I beg for your warmth
holding me now
as days shrink
and delete
water under my feet
a waltz of yesterday
emerging and vanishing again
in the garden of roses
memory is a path to insanity
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-26 at 08:23
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