The inner self of my soul
The whispering
of still quiet thoughts
inside my soul
they are temporarily quiet,
inactive or out of use
but they can’t find
a reason
a why
for all of this
but I know that
all of this
thoughts speak the inner
self of my soul
They are
a whispering
of my soul
of still quiet thoughts
inside my soul
they are temporarily quiet,
inactive or out of use
but they can’t find
a reason
a why
for all of this
but I know that
all of this
thoughts speak the inner
self of my soul
They are
a whispering
of my soul
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Godsend: | Woensdag, mei 11, 2005 15:17 |
| ha godsend, moeilijk engels is mijn geheimpje... ;) liefs |
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| Godsend: | Woensdag, mei 11, 2005 14:34 |
| sow...Hungry goes english en nog moeilijk ook! complimenten! |
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| Ninandra: | Dinsdag, mei 10, 2005 23:18 |
| I guess so too =] -mooi. |
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| MayadeBij: | Dinsdag, mei 10, 2005 23:06 |
| Or - we had to find food and invented a brain to do that.. till we got bored with killing cows and evolved into clever little thinking-machines fooling themselves there´s something out there (Yep - I´ll go with the soul :) (Souls and poëtry are good enough for me ;) Kus! | |
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| Auteur: Hungry | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 mei 2005 | ||
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