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grass wet with morning dew
I step on broken glass
from unmended hearts

naked feet feel the hurt
and I stay close to you
searching the night for forgivness

and we hide in the shadow
east of gardens without names
my hand gently touching roses unseen

as our words write silence in our pace







Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-01-10 at 08:34

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Katherine


and we hide in the shadow
east of gardens without names
my hand gently touching roses unseen

what more can i say beautiful it is in your lovely style and it speaks from your heart

rgds Michael
2007-01-10



i read it over and over again and couldn't stop...it's like feeling at my own feelings from another life...*bookmarked

Lilly xxx
2007-01-10