Girasole
I shall give myself to surrender
to the sun, the twinkling stars and the moon.
The sea may drown me
and spit me out into the open air.
I shall discover death
and please her with my dreams and thaughts.
The air will suprise the fire with me,
burning into eternity.
I shall vanish my youth,
and youth will leave me till I pass away.
But never shall I, Girasole, leave my soul
to return to the wide open earth, to see
my spirit been washed away by the wind.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Precious Things: | Donderdag, mei 20, 2004 21:07 |
| Het is heel mooi hoor ondanks een spelfoutje (maakt niet echt uit, kun later toch verbeteren) | |
| Quo Vadis?: | Zaterdag, januari 31, 2004 19:02 |
| Poëzie. ;o)x (thaughts = thoughts) |
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| Auteur: Speechless | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 31 januari 2004 | ||
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