in a silent swing
a frightening day
words of love
spellt the wrong way
a basket of truth
boundaries forgoten
dreams floating in and out
konfetti paved streets
bells in a silent swing
telling of midnight mass
a cumbersam journey awaits
as I look over destructed walls
freedom an illusion still
time makes paths
in our hearts once again
and loneliness comes our way
as spring turns into summer
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-04-27 at 06:56
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