keeping close
we turned a million corners
in a land of mirrors
each one reflecting a lie called truth
flowers scent in a summer evening
called for attention
and music from a tiered saxophone
set the pace
your fingers soft touch
a drug for my hungry heart
letting loose entagled hurt
the sky crimson
our footsteps a shadowed grey
love a feeling
as we tread sofly through reality
keeping close to our dreams
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-01-07 at 08:24
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