beyond
She breaks into lables
standing errect
as summer sends flowers
crossing a way forgotten
He walks her dreams
shifting directions
still so real as morning wakes
touching her heart
beyond recognition
- tears resting inside
closed rooms opening
So they tell their lies
all for the resurrection
of names never spoken.
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-06-16 at 19:42




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