sentences
softly, just like snow can fall in a dream,
I whisper words to your sleeping ear
knowing we talk so different sentences,
broken into verbs, nouns and syllables,
so I touch the softness of your skin
as morning blends with the fading night
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2008-04-22 at 05:53
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