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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Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
This is such a beautiful, sad and moving poem set in a place and moment never to be forgotten. This is really evocative and tender.
2007-03-14


Zoya Zaidi
'I see you in St Petersburg
close to love again'

Aah! St Petersburg!
Dostoevsky's masterpiece ' White Nights' was placed in this enchanting town... Aah! Youth, why doth you fade away?

(((Hugs for bringing back the nostalgia of my student days, my youth)))
Love, Zoya
2007-03-09