What It Is To Care. Poem by Rose Kirby

What It Is To Care.



Kiss the emptiness,
Hold nothingness for comfort,
Need no one but you.

Kiss the cold ether,
That surrounds you in a mist,
Keep the innocence.

Kiss the lifeless cold,
And thrive in the emptiness,
And on the silence.

So kiss all your tears,
But know that I’m protecting,
What keeps me breathing.

You.

Kiss me, please.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fiona Davidson 01 April 2009

Simply stunning images...10+

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Joseph Poewhit 01 April 2009

BREATHLESS-----

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