for a while
and as the piano lends the night its tone
we cover the marks of sorrow
undoe our masks held close
watching endless words part
folding like the wind round leaves
touching the fragile part
we know so well
love tells secrets
quietly playing in a key learned
and hurt rests for a while
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-10-14 at 20:16




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