Blue Balloon
Although the silence embraces me
And the darkness makes my roon small
Everything sounds so loud to me
I cannot clear my mind at all
Don’t touch my hands
And don’t tell me what to do
I am feeling very touchy
I am feeling blue
Words are flying in my head
They grow and try to explode
But I let go my blue balloon
All of my bad thoughts
I just let them float
With my eyes closed
I picture a colourful sky
With flying birds and
moving shapeless clouds
I will say my blue balloon goodbye
And the darkness makes my roon small
Everything sounds so loud to me
I cannot clear my mind at all
Don’t touch my hands
And don’t tell me what to do
I am feeling very touchy
I am feeling blue
Words are flying in my head
They grow and try to explode
But I let go my blue balloon
All of my bad thoughts
I just let them float
With my eyes closed
I picture a colourful sky
With flying birds and
moving shapeless clouds
I will say my blue balloon goodbye
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Zondag, februari 22, 2004 10:53 |
| Wauw! Héél moedig en sterk van jou! Laat die blauwe ballon maar snel wegvliegen en maak plaats voor een witte, vredevolle ;) Suc6! | |
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| Auteur: AnitaW | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 februari 2004 | ||
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