there is
there is a wind
turning in the night
as stillness subsides
and breaks free
torn and broken
are my hands
writing love in sand
midst in a dream
meanings sought
beyond daylight
and yet so close
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-05-10 at 23:20




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