where art thou winds
Where art thou winds
Have you left the night to bow
To the drought
The day has raised
A fallen crown
You leave created
Where art thou burning sins
This night alongs my swifted spirit
But where's my fiery ride
Where art thou winds
Forever Cursed
I lay this night
Without a dream
Without a life
A burning pain
But I can't cry
Where art thou winds
Where art thou sight
Forever Cursed
A crown of hurt
Destiny brought life
That I endured
The End of all
That is
The End of I
Forever Cursed
Without the winds am
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Tim Mooij: | Dinsdag, juni 01, 2004 11:11 |
| wow, dit lijkt of ancient mythology, mooie stijl, kdenk alleen niet dat iedereen em begrijpt ;P mooi mooi mooi grt Tim |
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| Auteur: Doom | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 mei 2004 | ||
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