Free of Spirit. Body and Soul
To his heart there's no key
Captured by Nothing, Nothing at all
I wonder even by me.
In his veins runs the ultimate symbol
Of triumph over time
His beauty is a picture
Of the perfect design.
His eyes hold the ghosts of ancestors
That roamed before
Strength, Courage and Grace
He is to the core.
High upon a mountain
He will stand so regally
A wisp of wind, he fades away
But never from my memory
Gedichtensmurf: | Dinsdag, mei 10, 2005 15:23 |
I wish i was free Mooi lief |
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Oakpaw: | Dinsdag, mei 10, 2005 14:36 |
Dank je wel.. x oakpaw | |
milamber: | Dinsdag, mei 10, 2005 14:31 |
wow mooi! Goed engels ook! nicely done groetjes kerwin |
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Auteur: Oakpaw | ||
Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 10 mei 2005 | ||
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