slaap zacht lieve freaks (2)
Over snowy white ice tops
And beyond the blue’est of seas
Even farther then the hills and valleys
Crossing water and past trees
Lies a place lit by stars
With two moons that light the streets
A woman stands with welcome drinks
And all other kind of treats
In the centre of this place
A silver house is build
Its a place for guests
Where their wishes will be fulfilled
They call it the house of dreams
The host is named sandman
And he makes all possible
If you only believe that he can....
Reacties op dit gedicht
| dishesqueen: | Woensdag, december 14, 2005 13:07 |
| wonderful poem!!! | |
| moongirl1982: | Zondag, december 04, 2005 12:51 |
| mooi geschreven, groet moongirl1982 |
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| Augustijntje: | Zondag, december 04, 2005 09:14 |
| ...show me the way...please :o) nice poem!! x! |
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| Auteur: untalgon | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 december 2005 | ||
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