Pale precious girl
Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
Art Garfunkel - Bright Eyes
when you cry your wet tears
which burn through the earth
your eyes loose the color
which I once thought was heaven
when you cry your cold tears
which freeze through my heart
I cry along with you
for your grief is so real
when you cry your fragile tears
the light from your eyes
seems to fall to the ground
leaving a pale precious girl
15-12-04
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Rian: | Woensdag, december 15, 2004 12:19 |
| Erg..mooi.. Liefs Rian |
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| Ana (stacia): | Woensdag, december 15, 2004 09:46 |
| Precious she will remain ... but friendship can turn magic for color. kus ! |
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| Pyro: | Woensdag, december 15, 2004 07:50 |
| Prachtig.. Vooral de laatste strofe. Echt heel mooi. Liefs xxx Pyro |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Benjamin de Rooy |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 december 2004 | ||
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