closer
summer speaks
and winds cry
my dress new
your shirt ironed and soft
we a couple
love a touch of morning dew
closer
sweet fragrance
my finger over your lips
silence of heaven in our kiss
closer
to you
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-24 at 07:58
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