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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