In the end ...
In the end ...
Your face white as a sheet
Is staring at me behind the window
Standing in your silky white night gown
You look like you could faint
Down the avenue all is quiet
As the autumn leaves swirl to the ground
Trying to conceal the figure of you
Lying motionless underneath a tree
Phone ringing wakes me up
A voice, dark like the night
tells me not to panic ...
Closing the door behind me
I start walking down the avenue
Autumn leaves drift to the ground ...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| life~in~every~breath~: | Maandag, oktober 25, 2004 15:53 |
| heel mooi..ontroerend eigenlijk.. veel liefs, |
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| Green Tea: | Maandag, oktober 25, 2004 14:14 |
| the end... Nice , sad & dark but very nice indeeed... Liefs , |
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| Auteur: Holden Caulfield | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 oktober 2004 | ||
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