Poetry
Trying to discover poetry
Buried under the chaos in my mind
In the dark pool of my burning soul
There must be something pure to find
Like a crying violin
Making love to the lonely piano
A slow lovesong written in tears
Rocked by the deepest emotions
Poetry... untouchable, so dear
Buried under the chaos in my mind
In the dark pool of my burning soul
There must be something pure to find
Like a crying violin
Making love to the lonely piano
A slow lovesong written in tears
Rocked by the deepest emotions
Poetry... untouchable, so dear
Reacties op dit gedicht
| yesterday: | Vrijdag, augustus 19, 2005 22:09 |
| pure is what you think it is in your mind. a thing is a thing as long as you think it is. but using your fantasy the thing can live and pure can be annything |
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| yesterday: | Vrijdag, augustus 19, 2005 22:07 |
| dark shadow: | Donderdag, september 18, 2003 14:43 |
| Heel mooi verwoord! | |
| Rino Saurus: | Zondag, september 14, 2003 18:12 |
| Ooo... das nog eens poëzie! ;) E verademing eens foutloos Engels te lezen op deze site... *zucht* P.R.A.C.H.T.I.G.! Dikke kus XxX |
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| Auteur: shadowboxer | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 14 september 2003 | ||
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