Fragnance of the fright forest
The dark of the forest is eternally blessed for my soulful rest
The wind slightly creaks the leaves as my hidden ghost seeks life's leaks
The living daylight doesn't endure my intrinsic truth as my disappointment is too obscure to cure
Being often alone is the tone of this twilight zone as my childhood is gone
Life is mostly too rational so I needed to revive my smell of pure remote nature
Getting lost in the forest is like enjoying snowballs in frost without waste of time at any cost
The people I love temporarily stay behind at the other extreme pole as I found this deeper dim shade of my soul in my dark hole
Only my best friends may go with me until the forest's pointy fence where they wave their hands to my neverlands
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Dirk Hermans: | Maandag, februari 12, 2007 20:53 |
| supermooi | |
| Gewoon Amy: | Maandag, februari 12, 2007 17:24 |
| Mooi! Liefs Amy |
|
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Jos Santen | 
|
|
| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 februari 2007 | ||
| Thema's: | ||