for your eyes
still and soft
as the sharpened grass
under bare feet
running through a summer meadow
love resting
in a fire set on destruction
a sparkle loosing control
dancing in an open fire
stitches without thread
letting the unfinished show
and I an open book
for your eyes to read
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-11 at 08:17




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