and morning light folded








tide
on her shoulders
speaking of
the place where no one can hear
our fear























Poetry by Catharina
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Written on 2012-01-10 at 09:41

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Gunnel André
Well said!
2012-01-12


countryfog
Perfect, from the title to the last line that compels the reader to consider his own. I love poems that are distilled to their essence, not a wasted or surperfluous word, as this is.
2012-01-10