as the rain
between the wind and matters
finding a home of strangers
dreams emerge in colours
close to desert blooming
so we watch as they form
telling us of the second waiting
a moment never seen and soon gone
touching naked days as the rain
falls on our bodies finding shelter
in a scent of love
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2008-04-18 at 07:57
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