our mark
soft whispers
snow angles
open spaces
further away
and your hands
touching
as I watch
stars fall
we a making
stealing tears
hurt is our mark now
closer to you
as we reach
beyond numbered days
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-04 at 19:20
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