the number two
beached boats
minutes entered
in our didactic hearts
summer is coming
coffee cups in the sink
reminding of the number two
my shoes close to yours still
the lamp in our hall way needs mending
curtains changed as light makes way
my hand writing poems
of you
the clock tells the time
fragile and strong
in our room of intimate days
found and lost on our way
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-11 at 07:44
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