stillness
when the day blooming
turns its leaves to the light
and my black hart is coloured
by your eyes
when your bare sorrow
lays tears to rest
in the thoughts of my words
and when the day smiles to the pale moon
we rest a while in the stillness of life
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-05-21 at 22:48
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