trains diverging
nothing and yet
a scent of roses
white flakes of snow
footsteps leading on
and your scar
so touchable lately
trains diverging
tracks changing
raindrops cold down my spine
your name written
an echo in my mind
and a whisper from my heart
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-10-20 at 22:14
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