Old story
It was summer
Somewhere, out there
But i don't know
There was a street
Very old, snowy cold
It's a long time ago
I remember things
Not much, without i touch
But enough
There was a man
Very long, strong
He was stuck
Stuck on a girl
That was me, you see
Is what my grandpa said
Somewhere, out there
But i don't know
There was a street
Very old, snowy cold
It's a long time ago
I remember things
Not much, without i touch
But enough
There was a man
Very long, strong
He was stuck
Stuck on a girl
That was me, you see
Is what my grandpa said
Reacties op dit gedicht
| milamber: | Maandag, juni 20, 2005 01:36 |
| "wasig" *opgetrokken wenkbrauw* hoe dan ook, een zeer mooi gedicht. Knap de sfeer gevangen in je woorden. Subtiele melancholische droefheid, erg mooi groetjes kerwin |
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| m@rcel: | Maandag, juni 13, 2005 18:59 |
| Heel mooi geschreven en graag gelezen Liefs m@rcel |
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| *bLaCk*RoSe: | Maandag, juni 13, 2005 18:57 |
| Wasig, maar wel goewd. XxXxX |
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| Auteur: herfstblad | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 juni 2005 | ||
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