knowing
in white nights
shadowed moon to see
we stand guard
holding fear outside
naked days calling
shallow words for sale
as the holy tree grows
in a garden no one knows
the heavy rains turn the tide
and we wait for returning calls
clouds above us turning north
and I stay close to you
knowing love is comming our way
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-07-12 at 19:27
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