So the night was born
she was so small
this sad young girl
grieving by her mothers grave
holding so tightly
her little red rose
just one salty tear she gave
as she cut herself
on a stinging thorn
that moment, she so sworn
as one by one the leaves she torn
never again shall I mourn
and into the day, the night was born
Reacties op dit gedicht
| *JoYce*: | Donderdag, mei 05, 2005 12:57 |
| Bij dit gedichtje vind ik de woorden "kort, maar krachtig" passen. Geweldig gedicht! Dikke kus, Joyce |
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| Auteur: milamber |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 mei 2005 | ||
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