in the miracle
and in the miracle of time
I look back and find your hands touching mine
in an embrace cloes to heavens path
entangeled wishes walking on enstranged roads
reaching out for our memories
encapsuled in a loose knot tied behind our backs
and still the birds sing as spring reaches into night
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2006-10-31 at 20:28
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