just because
I live in hazed quarters
you the picture I paint
adding coulors in the mood
a perfect day
a movie or two
dinner in candle light
sweet words touching our skin
no is the word for these dreams
and still I paint pictures
of the perfect day
because you have touched
the fragile part of me
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-21 at 08:54




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