Colours
Colour my world black,
a hiding place
'cause no one sees me in the dark.
Colour my world purple,
despair
that fills me so often.
Colour my world red,
the colour of blood
that I see every day.
Colour my world green,
envy
all people who have the upper hand as I struggle below.
At last colour my world blue,
a little bit of hope
that all will be good.
a hiding place
'cause no one sees me in the dark.
Colour my world purple,
despair
that fills me so often.
Colour my world red,
the colour of blood
that I see every day.
Colour my world green,
envy
all people who have the upper hand as I struggle below.
At last colour my world blue,
a little bit of hope
that all will be good.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Albrecht Paul: | Donderdag, juli 11, 2002 12:16 |
| De tweede regel van elk couplet zou je consequenter moeten maken, met telkens alleen een woord/begrip. Coupletten 3 en 5 zijn 'buiten formaat' op dat gebied. De eindeloze laatste zin van strofe 4 misstaat. 'of those with the upper hand' misschien? Mooi werkje, toch! |
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| Auteur: nike | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 juli 2002 | ||
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