for you to solve
and so my heart calls
for your words
and I beg of you
to find my longing
take the road south of me
and tread with care
there is danger
just beyond the willow tree
search in earnest
listen how winter calls my name
in the night of haunted days
holding answers to questiones never asked
and in a line from a book
close to your dreams
I am the riddle
for you to solve
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2006-12-28 at 21:39
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