History forever lost
History recorded in a dusty tome
Covered with cobwebs and frail silver threads
Rays of light shines next to it when the sun sets
Its friendly face upon its home
Golden lettering tells of the worth
This thick tome once had in the days of old
But now we are ready to gradually unfold
The secret it holds about the earth
Letters reflect the soft warm flame
Before the fire devours the long forgotten pages
And ‘till late evening the ardent inferno rages
Ashes are the only things to remain
Hope will sadly burned into despair
Our future grows colder, knowledge goes astray
Impure snow mixes with tainted ashes of grey
And blows up high in the gloomy air
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Fading Away: | Vrijdag, mei 28, 2004 15:18 |
| Mooi.. *tuimelt weg in gedachten* Liefs, Fading Away |
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| (S)(*)NightShade(*)(S): | Vrijdag, mei 28, 2004 12:41 |
| Echt iets om over na te denken. Mooi gedaan, warm wishes, |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Tinne Verbeek | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 mei 2004 | ||
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