the wind
a gown new but worn
in a night of love
softly we whisper
our names to angels
heard but never seen
the wind slowly crying
as our bodies reach out
touching pain within beauty
and so we die and live again
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-11 at 16:53
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