these words
tender are my thoughts
for days crossing your way
and from trains passing by
I seek my comfort now
as the rain follows its path
and the wind runs across the fields
a tip tap of made up warnings
blue in their bud
darkened in nights to come
still these words in my mind
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-04-05 at 18:45
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