such is
invite to call
white in its bud
broken as angels
burnt in fringes
shadows unexplained
talking sweet to me
in dreams of castles
molded in clay
rain on my pillow
a waltz playing inside
dreams kept outside
such is this loneliness
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-05-20 at 09:08
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