Autumn sun
The forest in the autumn sun
leaves, rushing through the wind
a hand, feeling that same breeze
gently going by his fingers
remembering what had bloomed
in this forest, not so long ago
so green, and full of hope
hoping, it would last forever
but it is not real, the dream
but each year, they forget
and I forget as well
it will end some day
but both we do admit
we'll both feel it again
blooming deep inside
in our hearts
our souls
leaves, rushing through the wind
a hand, feeling that same breeze
gently going by his fingers
remembering what had bloomed
in this forest, not so long ago
so green, and full of hope
hoping, it would last forever
but it is not real, the dream
but each year, they forget
and I forget as well
it will end some day
but both we do admit
we'll both feel it again
blooming deep inside
in our hearts
our souls
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Kamehito: | Zondag, december 21, 2003 18:59 |
| eerste gedicht van mijn gedichtenbundel "Apocalypsia", die ik op kazaa aan het verspreiden ben. als je wil dat ik hem opstuur naar je, zend me een mailtje. greetzzz | |
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| Auteur: Kamehito | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: cartooneke | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 december 2003 | ||
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