a pitter patter
I am alone
done with love
spoken in words without translation
a pitter patter of promises
my travel into questiones
crossing guarded borders
broken flowers
falling into mid air
and my stay in hopless places
watching trains go by
day by day
and goverment bills filling lies
so I watch the birds fly
remembering a touch soft as the morning light
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-01-21 at 21:57
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