Morning silhouet
oh black heaven that falls on my shoulders,
where silver stars kiss the sky,
were the moon hangs low and mighty as boulders,
shall make the dreams that eventually die.
Oh blue sea where waves pound rock and earth,
that is a gift from the heavenly gods of might,
where every morning, the sun's rebirth,
shall endure, and guide me, towards the night...
where silver stars kiss the sky,
were the moon hangs low and mighty as boulders,
shall make the dreams that eventually die.
Oh blue sea where waves pound rock and earth,
that is a gift from the heavenly gods of might,
where every morning, the sun's rebirth,
shall endure, and guide me, towards the night...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| life~in~every~breath~: | Zaterdag, december 11, 2004 19:37 |
| wauw...hehe, heb er geen woorden voor..je schrijft prachtig.. veel liefs, |
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| MayadeBij: | Zondag, december 05, 2004 14:03 |
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| Auteur: Jonathan K | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 december 2004 | ||
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