as pain
how do moments speak
as day folds
the grass shielding
our bodies waiting
hands cupped
the surface of a water drop
soft to skin
and your neck
bowed as pain
heard in tears
those that fall without target
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2008-04-27 at 18:39
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