as the ice speaks
as the ice speaks in winter
calling for release
and my arms around questiones
love spoken in a riddle
as you seek a word
the enigmatic truth of spring
but as cliffs are the way down
I hold your hand
waiting for the night to bring stars to our eyes
leading the way out of trenches
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-01-11 at 09:18




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