long forgotten
trust, as I feel your shape, in my hands
love short and without name, a white sheet,
as my eyes behold truth in your name
between now and then - eternity-
you as I speak in a language long forgotten
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2008-09-01 at 10:11




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