..this is stricktly symbolic .......
so you pick pieces
of my naked days
leading me down
desolated roads
candles burning
lips hard and sealed
threads of love
wowen into shields
blood a coulour red
shading into the black of night
footsteps on my back
air hard to breath
and anguish a name I recall
as hardend days picks its tool
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-24 at 07:28
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hardened days
so you pick pieces
of my naked days
leading me down
desolated roads
candles burning
lips hard and sealed
threads of love
wowen into shields
blood a coulour red
shading into the black of night
footsteps on my back
air hard to breath
and anguish a name I recall
as hardend days picks its tool
Poetry by kath
Read 430 times
Written on 2007-03-24 at 07:28
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