turned to sand
hey - are you still here
as the wind turns
waiting round bends
catching fragments
of you and me
stray words picking tunes
betrayed by morning
broken or strong
still a question posed
standing quietly
beside us now
lonely windows
staring at nights
turned to sand
or golden grains
if you will
love is the element sought
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-06-15 at 17:28
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