painting words
and to the touch unbroken
we spin in a world on hold
I sit in the morning light
colours yet unleashed
my heart painting words
you a shadow beside me
as I touch memories seren
bare and strong
music whispered
to my skin
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-12-09 at 08:45
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