and she sang
without the love of life she became a beeing in an eternity seemingly enstranged and cold, shadows kept the day afloat but in the mirrors reflection memories pushed their way through the beyond and she sang to the melody it brought carrying words of love, those she had left tied to the sinking stone
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2006-08-24 at 09:47
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