in St Petersburg
and I miss your trace
now a word I forget easily
this is where I stand
rooms chilled
in afternoons
couloured in blue
stranger days
a thought in the mirror
clocks pasting time
we meet in streets of today
strangers in our time
winter a memory now
as church bells toll
sending us to yesterday
I see you in St Petersburg
close to love again
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-09 at 08:05
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