waiting
light on surface
cold or warm
thoughts penetrating
skin deep or ocean below
our play neatly tied
presenting love
and the rain falling
among tears unfilled
we a blind spot waiting
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2008-06-24 at 13:33
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