angels dust
angels dust
wings stained
and I am to fly
gathering a timetable
made up of ods and ends
nothing matters
or so they say
as I listen closely
to the rythm of my heart
take off is imaculate
and still so chaotic
so I close my eyes
and in my mind
dreams - of you in Venice
play a cellos tune
angels dust
wings stained
take off is imaculate
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2009-01-26 at 23:53
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