stitches
It is the silence that sweeps
quietly on the surface
stitches neat but strong
your steps behind
my shadow a simple model
but if I ask you
would you pass over time
caress the tear
do days flow over night
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-28 at 13:05
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