and apple blossom
there is this emptiness
wraped in softness
telling me of loneliness
it is this acheing
that picks parts of me now
and I realise I am lost
in a darkness
not known to me
and apple blossom
flying past my eyes
a beauty vulnerable
just like love
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-05-18 at 16:39
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