Stream of love
when your lips
no longer longs for mine
I turn to the great old oak
with humbleness
I kiss the bark
to get an outlet
for the never ending
stream of love
in the deepness
of my heart
Poetry by Papaver
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Written on 2005-06-14 at 15:47
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