ik verwacht hier nu geen kritiek op SCHRIJFFOUTEN
want ik weet zelf dat het eigenlijk niet allemaal geheel klopt... is een text die ik even geleden schreef :)
vind dit een mooi verhaal groeten
when the moon shines, the boat on the river glides
in clear blue water... no one in this world who would bother...
tree leaves and grass, reptile and fish animals pass...
they move silent and slow...like my boat in the blue river...
standing in the boat i suddenly get down on my knees with my head low
my knees feel a sprankel of water,i meditate and i concentrate
i look back to the sky... now i know why...
this is not just my fantasy...
stars fly all around,
clouds still white like wool,
i ask myself
why
where i such a fool?
still my boat glides... in the moonlight in clear blue water
a spiritual world what smells like tea,
this is the world who is ment to be...
for me
concentrate...
focus...
peace made by a spell named hocus pokus
this world is perfect...
this world is beautifull...
pink tree leaves who cirkel around in the whisteling wind
in my left hand i hold some grind...
in my right i hold my sins
chaos in my mind wants controle...
wich i refuse...
i still concentrate and glide on the clear blue river
with tree leaves and grass, reptile and fish animals who pass...
with the wind who can blow away my sins...
with the pink leaves who transforms the grind
into a fresh leave of mint...
the stars who make my wishes come true,
maby i fly in those white clouds soon...
looking to beautifull calm blue water
who has spiritual healing power...
this is the world who was ment to be
for me...
my world of lonelyness
and peace...