as my day turns
it is a conversation
in my imagination
and life is a stagnation
as love keeps changing direction
turning corners without my knowing
so sorrow is an aftermath
of encounters offered freely
as my day turns
and love seems more of a destruction
keeping cloes to me
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-01-27 at 09:25
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