looking
distant people come and
go
softly
speak, footsteps to and fro
return
still to silent
thought
the ideas that
I wrought
to tell you I
trust
because
I
must
find
a soul
equal
I
am me
don’t
you see
the burning flame
rimmed
around my name
despite
obscuring lies
it
is mirrored
in your eyes
it’s here
you can find
me before
the time I’ll forever
close
the door
Auteur: Tim Tienes | ||
Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 01 november 2009 | ||
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