of love
blanc pages
of loneliness
crumbled pieces
not holding
so I fly away with you
in my imgination
soft days of us
blowing winds
touching evidence
of love
a kiss abiding
wanting to set free
still this crazy world
and me a woman
changing times
dresses covered now
as the sparkle in our eyes
gives way to reality
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-05-22 at 22:33




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