in awe
perhaps not perfect
or like a rose withering
as winter takes controll
still a hope lingering
in petals browning
life a way back
in the warmth of the fading sun
I walk in awe of dreams passing
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2009-03-31 at 08:40
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