Gold
Each day's the same.
There's nothing new that you can tell
And nothing's changed since when I came.
Each day's so gray.
No new emotions, no new thoughts
And no new feelings.
I may be changing every day.
And yet I'll change
The world will not, it will remain...
Not cold, not hot, but gray-
Each day, the same, it's like a game.
A theater's this world.
There're no new actors,
No new plots and yet it's made of gold
It isn't worth to watch it every day,
Since their gold is gray.
There's nothing new that you can tell
And nothing's changed since when I came.
Each day's so gray.
No new emotions, no new thoughts
And no new feelings.
I may be changing every day.
And yet I'll change
The world will not, it will remain...
Not cold, not hot, but gray-
Each day, the same, it's like a game.
A theater's this world.
There're no new actors,
No new plots and yet it's made of gold
It isn't worth to watch it every day,
Since their gold is gray.
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| sunset: | Donderdag, maart 10, 2005 15:44 |
| Normaal reageer ik nooit op engelstalige gedichten. Ik heb niets met het Engels (taalkundig bedoel ik). Maar, voelend gelezen, deze is wel heel mooi neergezet. Liefs / sunset |
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 maart 2005 | ||
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