reality is the art outside
I wonder why it is that
People never stop and stare
at the ever-changing painting
above their heads that
some call the sky
*reality is the art just outside your door*
Reacties op dit gedicht
| FrozenScar: | Zondag, juli 04, 2004 12:09 |
| Reality seen like art, well it's something new I Guess =P Love, Frozy |
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| The unreachable: | Maandag, juni 28, 2004 17:34 |
| Outstanding peace of writing...I'm starting to fall in love with those words of yours, Tim Mooij! | |
| Dark Sinner : | Zondag, juni 27, 2004 21:16 |
| Prachtig geschreven!! Dikkuh xus |
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| life~in~every~breath~: | Zondag, juni 27, 2004 20:55 |
| wauw prachtig! veel liefs |
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| MayadeBij: | Zondag, juni 27, 2004 18:22 |
| =:)}}) zzzzzoeeeemmmmmmmmm. | |
| Melodramatically: | Zondag, juni 27, 2004 14:58 |
| They don't stop, because life has taken all of their time.. Too busy.. Beautiful Poem! Liefs, Melodramatically |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 juni 2004 | ||
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