Alone?
Alone. 5,7 billion people together and yet
Alone.
Everyone of us.
No time.
The desire to bind
overpowered by our fears.
I'm late.
Fear of
Who we really are
Fear of
What the other really is.
I have to go.
Like a house
and a path
edged, with beautiful flowers.
Leading you to the front door
"Always welcome here".
Sorry.
The secret garden
will always exist.
Alone.
Everyone of us.
No time.
The desire to bind
overpowered by our fears.
I'm late.
Fear of
Who we really are
Fear of
What the other really is.
I have to go.
Like a house
and a path
edged, with beautiful flowers.
Leading you to the front door
"Always welcome here".
Sorry.
The secret garden
will always exist.
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| M. Louise: | Zondag, december 30, 2001 17:59 |
| Phoenix, een erg mooi gedicht! met zoveel waarheid.. erg goed! | |
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