Whispering voices
Whispering voices
Whispering voices in search
to Self-knowledge
Thoughts are traveling to
other dimensions
and
Hands are covering the
Bloodstains on the earth
“Believers” are blowing dust
in the eyes of those how
are in dark need
Like the stars are giving
there own light,
each bird traveling his own flight,
Mankind should take his own steps
to awareness or consciousness
Whispering voices in search
to Self-knowledge
Thoughts are traveling to
other dimensions
and
Hands are covering the
Bloodstains on the earth
“Believers” are blowing dust
in the eyes of those how
are in dark need
Like the stars are giving
there own light,
each bird traveling his own flight,
Mankind should take his own steps
to awareness or consciousness
Reacties op dit gedicht
| koelemij,harold: | Zondag, april 06, 2003 18:34 |
| Your a rich Man Fly the route of your Hart Har, |
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| lenore: | Zondag, april 06, 2003 18:15 |
| Ik lees ze toch ;-) (ook zonder de sterretjes achter je naam) Mooi Gunther, ben benieuwd naar de andere.... Kusjes Lotte (PS:ik was dat meisje bij Sheena en jou aan de bar op de benedenverdieping ;-)) |
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| Ria Overwater: | Zondag, april 06, 2003 17:31 |
| I see a bird in my Garden, he's telling me about his flight from Antwerpen to my house and singing a song full of love... Love Ria |
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| Auteur: gunther vandenberghe | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: 260580 | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 april 2003 | ||
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