within
so hardened days circle now
seperating deviation
and happiness
is that what I found
in the eyes looking into mine
a treasure unconnected
to love in a paper message
perfect and flawless
unburnable flames
in a bundle of riddles
so the rain makes its sense
on a day made for dreaming
living and creating
a place within
fragile as porcelain days
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2008-08-05 at 23:41
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