all inside
a white tone
your hair in the sun
leaves colouring green
and my breath touching you
when can we see the night
between our days
carrying tangled proof
that of love unspoken
tilted skies
Paris, New York and Tokyo
all in our minds
turning sorrow inside
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-05-11 at 20:08
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