a journey now
weeks go by
trouble filling steps
and I miss you
my body acheing
for the softness in your voice
I hide not touching sorrow
afraid in my loneliness
as the river flows
beneath time
a journey now
and there is no end
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-30 at 17:58
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