in framed pictures




in you my passion mirrored
free and unknown
sparkling colours
nights in the softness of black

I read words
in the way you walk
across the empty room

and touching me silently
turning fire into gold
alchemistic ways

I hear love spoken
in times passed into the past
still they haunt my mind

in framed pictures
you and me
and once again the image of St Petersburg








Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-07 at 07:41

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hey they werent meant to be kisses meant as an end to the comment sorry
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2007-03-07


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oh Katherine

absolutely beautiful images and i think i will term you the scorceress with poetry that bewitches the reader

particularly this sophisiticated passage

and touching me silently
turning fire into gold
alchemistic ways

well done for turning base words into pure gold

rgds Michael xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
2007-03-07