our chart
enthralled am I
as we let love
inside the emptied room
closer to the epigraphy
encarved in our eyes now
naked feet
on soft oaken floor boards
a scent of newly washed sheets
laughing days are here
as birds of sorrow
take their leave
tender sighs
our chart
unseen land our way
deserts blooming
out of time
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-03 at 06:37
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