going there
a swirl
ribbons in my hair
summer aproaching us
love a feeling
leading to completion
as heaven turns blue
you a splendour
soft to touch
hard to handle
as New York is in sight
we shift gear
going there
in a dream
wearing gold
heat a way to fire
shattering our past
glass a broken gesture
as we dance upon debris
darling we are a mess
so we let time heal hurt
as we search our hearts
close to Union Square
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-02 at 09:05
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