once more
there is a short cut
a way through hurt
my body close to yours
in the shade of night
as the rain mends an empty sea
we leaving us behind
in a morning of sacred dreams
watching bridges burn
my dress a worn out style
high heeld shoes in my hand
your jeans mended with yesterdays
tears cloes to us
so we listen to birds giving praise
as the day passes by
and the sea seeks the shore once more
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-01-21 at 21:24
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