The Moon
The moon...
is like a silver glittering ball of hope
That watches over us, high in the sky
Whispering to the clouds
Sparkling with the stars
Showing such beauty as nothing else can
Giving us strength to move on
Conforting us when things go wrong
Healing wounds in our souls with it's magical song
You can't hear it's words
But I can see the enchantment in you eyes...
If you're lost and lonely,
trust the moon, she can't tell lies
is like a silver glittering ball of hope
That watches over us, high in the sky
Whispering to the clouds
Sparkling with the stars
Showing such beauty as nothing else can
Giving us strength to move on
Conforting us when things go wrong
Healing wounds in our souls with it's magical song
You can't hear it's words
But I can see the enchantment in you eyes...
If you're lost and lonely,
trust the moon, she can't tell lies
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Maandag, augustus 02, 2004 16:37 |
| Prachtig... | |
| joni heylens: | Zondag, augustus 01, 2004 18:02 |
| Prachtig mooi gedicht! -xxx- Jonike |
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| Auteur: Silmarwen Surion | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 31 juli 2004 | ||
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