in a night




she lies to him
calls it truth
when she cuts pictures from reality

paisting them on her face
covering wounds carved in mute days
as the snow falls on the numbers of the street

he throws garbage across the silence
and they land quietly in the soft of the snow
were traces of angels caress the surface

in a night were she asks
can you take me higher
to where the trees can see




Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-01-25 at 08:29

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salem
u said that what happens
so beautiful one
thanx
2007-01-25



the extreme-oriental culture has a saying: a man has three masks: the first one, that everybody can see, he wears it daily at work, on the street; the second one, that only very close friends and family see, he wears it when he is surrounded by them; and the third one, that only himself knows, he wears it at night, when he is alone with himself.
when i read you i have this feeling of truly seeing images...like a theater stage...i don't know how you do this, but please continue to do so!!!
Lilly xxx
2007-01-25