the whispers of the night
I hear something,
it just doesn't feel right
Am I the only one,
who heerst the wishpers of the night..?
What are they saying?
Are they even talking to me?
Please stop whispering!
I just want to be free!
The whispers become voices,
the voices become thunders,
Untill now,
i diddn't believe in this
kind of wonders.
I feel a raindrop,
I don't want to wait
wait till the time
when it's to late
I will open my eyes,
will be awake
why should i just stand here,
listen to the voices,
and shake
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Maandag, mei 03, 2004 21:25 |
| De titel sprak me wel sterk aan, en het gedicht is ook zeker niet slecht! ;) Doe zo voort é! Take Care! | |
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| Auteur: Invisible* | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 mei 2004 | ||
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