resolution
Will webe buried
apart, love,
down
beside
the darkling
road?
Listen
to the water
lapping
at our
stone
strewn
shore
feel
the
breeze, love,
touch
hair
no more
touch
the
sea bent
grasses
seeds
in hand
before.
Forsake
that
darkling road,
love,
come
love
as
never
before.
Poetry by Peter Humphreys

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Written on 2007-03-06 at 17:18




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