Save body lost
Dying stars, they fall
They're leaving shining whishes in a dark space above
In order to call
myself down, I stretch
I musn't fly within myself
My mind must be free
for other things
Other people who can use me
My mind, it falls
in a big room with all kinds of creatures
It can speak to each one of them
and it can be able to understand their world
No one knows, no one musn't
It's something that's my own
Something to whisper in the dark
against the stars, they listen
I must chain myself to the floor
my head towards the sky
Must reach people with my mind
but must be save with me
They're leaving shining whishes in a dark space above
In order to call
myself down, I stretch
I musn't fly within myself
My mind must be free
for other things
Other people who can use me
My mind, it falls
in a big room with all kinds of creatures
It can speak to each one of them
and it can be able to understand their world
No one knows, no one musn't
It's something that's my own
Something to whisper in the dark
against the stars, they listen
I must chain myself to the floor
my head towards the sky
Must reach people with my mind
but must be save with me
Reacties op dit gedicht
| cassidy: | Woensdag, april 18, 2001 23:08 |
| dag tessa, er zitten een paar mooie zinnen bij, die in het nederlands zeker zo mooi zijn. 't Is maar een gedacht. |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Tesa Theresa | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 februari 2001 | ||
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