Thursday 6 August 2009

This day was the beautiful day,
tiptoe over fields so as not to wake distant memories,
hold back tears of heart-felt pain
and rejoice in the sympathy of the weighted kiss

This day was the beautiful day,
hands locked until worlds are ripped apart,
same gaze met in blurring sight
and sadness at the love that is now lost.

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