(a reply on Pablo Neruda's Tonight I Can Write)
on starry nights,while the wind blows
empty feelings
from your window
to mine. know that
i am here. grasping on
sepia photographs.
silently asking,
wishing,
longing.
Poetry by lavenderstar
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Written on 2007-05-05 at 13:29
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