of our making
in a present moment untouched
we glide over seas of beauty
whispering words shaped by love
slowly lingering shadows breaking
a part of us knowing secrets told
stories of our making
in a world of make belife
real as we touch
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2008-06-19 at 10:32
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