our escape
shattered where footsteps
kept under broken belife
winds making music
as trees touched the air
gracefully unspoken our words
letting there way in to the heart
you a meaning in yourself
and still the senseless search
in the night unended
an unguarded pathway
our escape
as roses cling to garden walls
in the closeness ofwhispers
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-09-24 at 17:29
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