Then thousand eyes
Ten thousand eyes
Twenty million different colours
Thousands of different combinations
And non, not even one has the same explanation
Six milliard people with al different looks
Some eyes are just like books
Others are filled with tears
And in some you can read the fears
But one thing have all these eyes the same
Is the eye brown, bleu or green
The look tells you exactly what they mean...
Twenty million different colours
Thousands of different combinations
And non, not even one has the same explanation
Six milliard people with al different looks
Some eyes are just like books
Others are filled with tears
And in some you can read the fears
But one thing have all these eyes the same
Is the eye brown, bleu or green
The look tells you exactly what they mean...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Wim Meeus: | Dinsdag, december 17, 2002 02:17 |
| Prachtig omschreven ... In iemands ogen kan je meestal wat lezen. Groetjes van Wim |
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| flashlight: | Maandag, december 16, 2002 22:10 |
| Wow, ik ben er ff stil van! Heel mooi geschreven | |
| M@R!PS: | Maandag, december 16, 2002 18:27 |
| Hej lief meisje ;) Errug mooi gedicht!!! Miss you nog steeds!!! Kuz Marissa | |
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| Auteur: Mireille... | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 december 2002 | ||
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