rain comes by
so love is a player
or is it me not seeing
the ways you guard
knowing the moves
killing the emotions
talking back at us
so we step cross eyed
and rain comes by
perhaps soothing
we a mark of strangers
or is it just the light
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2008-05-05 at 08:58
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