so I say
scary days
alive and gone
given hands unplayed
so I tell you
of unspoken words
close to creation
soft as petals
are the scent of roses
across our way
so I say my heil Mary
in silence
climbing mountains of truth
picking rare sentences
pulling strings
waiting for rain once more
perfect traces never found
sorrow a place I know
but still
we belive
so we love
in the world of forsaken dreams
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-20 at 07:18
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