"The Burning" by Georgina " />
April 04, 2003
"untitled"by Mick

touching fingertips
a murmur lips to lips
my heart hurts

sweetness on a breeze
and the rustle of leaves
hand in hand as it ends

fire burns with a different beat
vision blurred with tears and heat
the night lasting long

hidden behind black shining eyes
you look at me and tell me lies
feeling so cold so torn

so torn

Posted by Colm at April 04, 2003 01:34 PM
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Ouch!

Posted by: on April 5, 2003 12:34 AM

Mick, So well written. And MY heart hurts. Rose

Posted by: Rose on April 5, 2003 04:01 AM

Thanks Mick....another great poem....very powerfully expressed....G

Posted by: G on April 6, 2003 08:34 AM
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