in the sky
and I write
messages calling
for the art of facts
you are the part
played in a key unknown
New York finding
paintings in the verse of love
city chick as spring
falls in to autumn
and do you remember
me - a name spellt
backwards still so clear
in the sky of loss
apple blossoms white
as snow on December streets
and you
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-05-12 at 23:04




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