some may
I touch the words I keep inside
trembling and unsecure
trying to explain
how the skip and hop
keep track of me
as I watch
the gap between
unfullfilled days
and the moon seeks
gives light to lovers
searching time
bringing roses
to the garden of weeds
so I touch the uncut diamond
flawless and untamed
some may call it love
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-13 at 07:34
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