Blood Of The Rose
Blood pours
From what is a symbol of joy
Cries of crimson
What once was love is destroyed
Make belive
Close your eyes
Think of a world without pain
Where bale dies
Love is abundant
Sun shines bright
The clouds gone
Everything seems right
Hold a rose up high
Let it drip
Fell the coldness of the blood
Hit your face and slip
Awake from your dreams
Blood is the key
Look around
What do you see?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| *Just-Mel*: | Zaterdag, juli 24, 2004 17:48 |
| Echt Heel M0oi! | |
| sick suicide: | Zaterdag, juli 24, 2004 17:35 |
| een mooi gedicht jah dikke knuffel . |
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| Tim Mooij: | Zaterdag, juli 24, 2004 17:16 |
| yea, I agree, mooi T |
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| liesiepetiesie*: | Zaterdag, juli 24, 2004 11:43 |
| machtig! echt supermooi gedicht! | |
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| Auteur: Doom | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 juli 2004 | ||
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