around my soul
when I have secured the fences
fed the freedom of wild horses
searched for gold
in the river of every-day
visited the sinking hours
meant more than I have said
and touched the traces of me in you
I long for your thoughts around my soul
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-04 at 18:53
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