with the night
it is as we hold
the nearness of us
close to the being
we flutter like the daffodilles
once pictured in a poem never burnt
my skin warm, and you close to truth
life a matter we know
as roses blend with the night
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2008-04-10 at 08:45
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