as we close
and you stand on guard...
frontline bent
dreams blowing
insane is a place
calling names we know
mysterious roads breaking
morning words innocently forming
lines from plays we rehearsed
love is an obvious guest
as we close our eyes to its presence
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-09-03 at 06:04
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