Intangible Wishes
Words of love and liberty,
Repeating them once more,
Until they are reality
Still waiting for the day I can be free,
Still praying for the day I can be me
Words of being lost and scared,
Forgetting them once more,
Until they are reduced to air
Still waiting for reflection,
Still praying for some affection
Still whishin' to be at the other side of the horizon
Repeating them once more,
Until they are reality
Still waiting for the day I can be free,
Still praying for the day I can be me
Words of being lost and scared,
Forgetting them once more,
Until they are reduced to air
Still waiting for reflection,
Still praying for some affection
Still whishin' to be at the other side of the horizon
Reacties op dit gedicht
| mizzscampi: | Zondag, april 11, 2004 09:24 |
| dear will hanssen, can't you see what my point is? This poem isn't bout seeking new landscapes, they are just metaphors for the will to have new eyes. Having new eyes is the whole point in this poem | |
| Dark Sinner : | Zaterdag, april 10, 2004 17:31 |
| Nice poem. Well Im agree with MJ. Once you will find what your looking for. Just take some time!! Good luck! xus |
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| will hanssen: | Zaterdag, april 10, 2004 16:40 |
| the real voyage of discovery consist not in seeking new landscapes, but having NEW EYES. BIG 4 Will |
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| MJ: | Zaterdag, april 10, 2004 09:30 |
| I'm sure u'll find what are looking for xxx -MJ- |
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