you
have you seen
the reflection of sorrow
painted in gold
tainted with black
it is a dress I wear
for days travelling my way
anguish a word
spellt one way not the other
smile a semantic unsolved
winds tell of spring
in a backyard of life
stitched poorly
coming undone
with emptiness
and you
a word I try to forget
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-04-26 at 06:52
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