¨¨SwEeT LiTtLe GiRl..¨¨
Sweet little girl,
Dressed up in white..
Tender touches, ..
quiet voices
whisper their way into the night..
Sweet little girl,
Died, somewhere in between reality and illusion..
Tender touches,..
Quiet voices
Whisper their way into the night..
To find the everlasting paradise..
Where quiet whispers,
Can turn into loving voices,
Forever to look after.. this little girl,
Dressed up in white …
~{°}~
Dressed up in white..
Tender touches, ..
quiet voices
whisper their way into the night..
Sweet little girl,
Died, somewhere in between reality and illusion..
Tender touches,..
Quiet voices
Whisper their way into the night..
To find the everlasting paradise..
Where quiet whispers,
Can turn into loving voices,
Forever to look after.. this little girl,
Dressed up in white …
~{°}~
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Isabel: | Maandag, februari 03, 2003 19:07 |
| Mai tineuh, kweeniw ak ierop moe zegge, ma kvinnet een prachtig gedicht. Tis bijna zo goe als gij, neenee, da kan ni, want gij ze echt de max. -pour toujourz- xxx isabelleke | |
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| Auteur: ..Eáránë.. | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Pieps | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 oktober 2002 | ||
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