as the touch of my hand
walking through dreams
talking to shadows of someone I knew
as darkness fills the morning sky
in mirrors reflection
the echo calling for rememberance
as waves touch the shore
repeating the sound of love
and letters unwritten
stamped and sealed once more
beyond the boundaries of you and me
as the touch of my hand knows
knows you are there
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2006-12-26 at 13:44
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