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love our meeting
the making of memories
as we seek
touching lost cries

reaching the point
where return is erased
and darkness keeps track

while the cello picks its tune










Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-04 at 19:32

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
the saddest part of this poem is the last line and the poignant image of the loneliness of a cello

playing swan lake maybe a lovley nostalgic image
rgs michael
2007-03-06