the edge, towards the eternal, fasr away from the dying.
standing on the edge, hoping
that you my love
ain't afraid of heights.
to make the world open their eyes,
and to make them understand that
love can live forever.
we need to take this little step now,
the step that seperates us,
the dying
from the eternal.
Poetry by kathleen
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Written on 2006-08-12 at 22:42
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