in winter





like st peterburg in winter
rose thorns hostage in the ice
and my steps towards your time

the cold tearing us
between thin torn sheets
in a love without fear

close to angels calling
quiet without peace

a day when night never ends
and my hand through your hair
is my salvation





Poetry by kath
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Written on 2006-10-14 at 10:16

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
A lovely yet deep self exanining text that takes the reader thruogh you own nostalgic reverie

the Soldat of a Swedish poet

with the hereythe of a Welsh Bard

both words meaning a longing within the soul you have captured their essence with this text

rgds Michael
2007-01-07


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a softly and enduring love text with the gem copied here

'the cold tearing us
between thin torn sheets
in a love without fear'

thats a beautiful description wll done rgds mike
2006-10-14