new to me
making sense
a delightful story
told behind veils
so I take the early train
down the track
new to me
a perfect day
me and you a word I spell
as I write letters
in Book Antiqua
letting the sea closer
to the whisper
I hear in nights of return
as calm fills our space
and days take command
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-08-01 at 15:24
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