stained years
there is going to come
a time unrueld
in a limitied edition
for me to read
for you to see
and I will go there
searching the tune
I hear in nights
when blinded I seek
the well
where hurt dwells
a song coming from
stained years
tears a message
when I look into your eyes
lost
a life
unknown
love
a word
unspoken
seeking refuge
in a bed unmade
embroidered dreams
echoed
in us
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-01 at 23:15
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