DreamerA Poem by Katho28Reminiscing in the late hours of nightA dreamer tonight is weeping. Upon her palm, a single teardrop shimmers in pain. Blurring words muddled by deceiving eyes, and stained beneath her fingertips. Dissolved are his last words yet why do they echo so loudly, like thunder in her hollow heart?
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4 Reviews Added on August 30, 2014 Last Updated on August 30, 2014 AuthorKatho28Sydney, AustraliaAboutFor me, writing is something that comes from the heart. I write not because I have to, but because I love to. Because writing is how I express my innermost feelings and thoughts. It's how I show peopl.. more..Writing
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