when we go there
a sound in the distance
words my mission
comming from a heart beat
looking back across the street
an image in the background
love my wishing
comming from a feeling
looking up at the celing
a night in the comming
you my commission
comming from longing
looking at years passed by
a sound in the distance
an image in the background
a night in the comming
three is my lucky number
two is a blessing
one a time for creation
words our mission
love our wishing
a night in the comming
when we go there
comming from a feeling
comming from longing
when we go there
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-15 at 07:25
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