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Saturday 12 March 2011

no Poem

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there is no poem in my heart
no words on my tongue,
no creator in my fingertips
or midnight twinkling in my toes.
there is you, over there.
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Carol Blackburn said...

Lovely poem, Marjolaine, a bit sad.

12 March, 2011 07:07

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