Silent moment
Softly… I feel a feather touching my skin
My eyes… closed… but I see pink and yellow clouds
Feels like… I’m floating on air
No sound… not even one…
A beautiful silence it has become
I feel… heavenly… full of joy… hopeful… and happy
And it’s because… you carry me
On your wings… flying trough dreams
Isn’t this… as beautiful as it seems
Keep on flying with me… the silence
I feel so joyful… so warm inside
Nothing… can spoil… this silent… moment
My eyes… closed… but I see pink and yellow clouds
Feels like… I’m floating on air
No sound… not even one…
A beautiful silence it has become
I feel… heavenly… full of joy… hopeful… and happy
And it’s because… you carry me
On your wings… flying trough dreams
Isn’t this… as beautiful as it seems
Keep on flying with me… the silence
I feel so joyful… so warm inside
Nothing… can spoil… this silent… moment
Reacties op dit gedicht
| ~~~eilahtan~~~: | Dinsdag, februari 14, 2006 23:57 |
| heerlijk zo n stil moment om van te genieten maar waar ben je nou we missen je hier op freaks hoop snel weer wat van je te lezen liefs nathie |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Maes Sarina | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 januari 2006 | ||
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