this beautyfull thing
So little so clear,
Almost invisible.
She’s falling on the ground.
Breaking down in so many little pieces,
without hearing a sound.
Looking like a beautiful thin piece of glass.
But the beauty is just a disguise.
Looks so little but the meaning so big.
And just like glass when it’s breaks so harmful.
This beautiful thing ,
A teardrop out of my eye.
Exist out of the words that has been spoken
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| Auteur: mellody | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: fox_bert | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 juli 2005 | ||
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