when roses
she sees through his translucent language
where their lips meet
searching warmth in winter
between a night and day
when roses are expected to die
she can tell he is finding new paths
close to her enigma
and she lets doors open
but keeps her eyes shut to his cloesness
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2006-10-31 at 08:26
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