In a heart which isn't silent
The days are hard to take
In a soul which always thinks
Words are silent and fragile
In a heart which isn't silent
A single tear cannot be shed
In a soul which always thinks
The struggle never ends
In a heart which isn't silent
Pain is a regularity
In a soul which always thinks
A poët cannot find solitude
01-07-04
Auteur: Benjamin de Rooy | ||
Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 01 juli 2004 | ||
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