is what I see
things are not right
bluebells without colour
is what I see
as rain comes slowly
passing by indefinetly
so I hold on to whispers
caught in the hollow space
deep inside my heart
in the room of tears
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-04-25 at 21:19
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