A Paper Rose
--A Paper Rose--
I saw a woman drew her long black hair out and played
whisper music on those strings.
Big bats with baby faces in violet light.
I crawled head downward down a blackened wall.
I have shored against my ruins.
Blood was shaking my heart.
Dissolve floors of memory and all it's relations.
which beats like a fatalistic drum.
A crowd of twisted things.
Dusty old furniture houses.
The woman was smiling in each corner of the room.
Smell of dust , an old nocturnal smell
The graveyardmoon has wiped out her face,
as her hand twists a paper rose
J.S.
I saw a woman drew her long black hair out and played
whisper music on those strings.
Big bats with baby faces in violet light.
I crawled head downward down a blackened wall.
I have shored against my ruins.
Blood was shaking my heart.
Dissolve floors of memory and all it's relations.
which beats like a fatalistic drum.
A crowd of twisted things.
Dusty old furniture houses.
The woman was smiling in each corner of the room.
Smell of dust , an old nocturnal smell
The graveyardmoon has wiped out her face,
as her hand twists a paper rose
J.S.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Wouter Stam: | Dinsdag, januari 31, 2006 21:29 |
| heel mooi geschreven=) egt mooi:) Groeten, W.S |
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| m@rcel: | Dinsdag, januari 24, 2006 13:56 |
| prachtig geschreven weer heel,heel mooi Knuf/liefs m@rcel |
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