those that tell



so the morning light greets us
once again we are seen
and touchable to our eyes

you so soft and close to me
holding mystery in your dreams
and I a part of imagination

so I bend over the hurt
and touch the fine lines of your face
those that tell of life

and my fingertips feel the joy
of remembering every part of you






Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-04 at 07:43

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
and my fingertips feel the joy
of remembering every part of you

these lines say so much
of what you are feeling
just close your eyes and imagine what is under the balls of your finger tips beautiful engaging images well done rgds mike
2007-02-04


salem
this is so beautiful
i like it
thanx
2007-02-04