Angel
Clear blue eyes, hair as gold,
your presence itself, dissolves all cold.
Then your body, beauty so pure,
the touch of your hands, soft as a cure.
Close, but out of my reach,
behind a wall, i cannot breach.
Your wings, carry you far far away,
and there is nothing i can do, to make you stay.
No happy end, so as it seems,
but maybe,
some things, must stay dreams...
Dit gedicht is opgedragen aan Hanneke
your presence itself, dissolves all cold.
Then your body, beauty so pure,
the touch of your hands, soft as a cure.
Close, but out of my reach,
behind a wall, i cannot breach.
Your wings, carry you far far away,
and there is nothing i can do, to make you stay.
No happy end, so as it seems,
but maybe,
some things, must stay dreams...
Dit gedicht is opgedragen aan Hanneke
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Hanneke Postma: | Vrijdag, augustus 16, 2002 14:41 |
| mmhh volgens mij ken ik dit gedicht ofniet?? kuzz hanneke | |
| mini: | Zondag, augustus 26, 2001 16:23 |
| Zeer mooi! Echt waar! | |
| Cyris: | Donderdag, augustus 23, 2001 17:31 |
| WOW I'm breathless |
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| Auteur: darafayen | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 22 augustus 2001 | ||
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