To hold names where none shall hear
Is it as the shadows say
poking through the night
where stars and moon alike
shine behind the face of clouds
and darkness is a bitter taste upon the tongue
where the hunger of the many
spark the dreams of few
the sound of shattering
that breaks the silence
Is it the chilling grin of death
that sets the soul on fire
gives the wings of angels
to mortal men, and takes them higher
where the mind runs relentlessly
from the menace of desire
It is this suffering called life
that inspires the eternal struggle
and fear of heart
that grants courage to the brave
it is the breath held
in the gray between day and night
that honors them who fell
in the afterbirth of every forgotten fight
Green eyes: | Vrijdag, september 02, 2005 21:18 |
Knap hoor, weer graag gelezen, liefs greentje |
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FireFly: | Vrijdag, september 02, 2005 20:54 |
Zo, prachtig zeg! Liefs |
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Fri..: | Vrijdag, september 02, 2005 18:22 |
Top. | |
Tom de Vries: | Vrijdag, september 02, 2005 13:52 |
je engels is goed, de zinsbouw is goed, het gedicht is goed... en jij bent goed bezig! liefs Tom. |
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m@rcel: | Vrijdag, september 02, 2005 12:34 |
heel mooi knuff/liefs m@rcel |
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Marina van Vledder: | Vrijdag, september 02, 2005 12:25 |
erg goed ja... Mar |
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de nifter: | Vrijdag, september 02, 2005 12:05 |
berry berry nice!! | |
Auteur: milamber | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 02 september 2005 | ||
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