Without any regret
You were but a passing face
in my minds eye. There, yet not
important enough to get a place
in the halls of my memory.
Only a face without a name
that I could easily forget
without any regret.
But that was in the past. The face
gained a name which I could remember,
the name showed me a person with ideas
and beliefs, an identity that I could like.
Now I could not easily forget
without any regret, because you
are dear to me, my friend
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| Auteur: Tinne Verbeek | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 januari 2005 | ||
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