who am I
I’m like a blade of grass
in the open field ,
moved by the wind
and touched by its spirit.
I’m like a snowflake,
that searches its way to the earth
like I seek my way in life.
I’m like a rock ,
with a few sharp edges,
shaped by a river of opinions.
Or like a storm
browbeated and unpredictable.
But most of all I’m me
in the open field ,
moved by the wind
and touched by its spirit.
I’m like a snowflake,
that searches its way to the earth
like I seek my way in life.
I’m like a rock ,
with a few sharp edges,
shaped by a river of opinions.
Or like a storm
browbeated and unpredictable.
But most of all I’m me
Reacties op dit gedicht
| roeffeltje: | Woensdag, maart 02, 2005 14:45 |
| wauw... | |
| nobody special: | Zondag, oktober 24, 2004 15:51 |
| leuk dat je weet wie/wat je bent :-) kus, nobody |
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| Auteur: manuelake | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 oktober 2004 | ||
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