Trapped, yet...
Trapped, yet….
When I look up, I see your star shining brightly,
Tracking my moves.
Yet protecting me and encouraging me.
When I look beyond this island, I see the blue ocean,
Making my moves limited.
Yet giving me life and pleasure.
When I look aside, I see the friendly locals,
Controlling my moves.
Yet helping me and preparing me.
When I look behind, I see unhealing pains,
Doubting my moves.
Yet giving me experience and warning me.
When I look beneath, I see my soul trapped in a body,
Unsuccessfully reaching my moves.
Yet patiently waiting to be reunited with his mate.
When I look up, I see your star shining brightly,
Tracking my moves.
Yet protecting me and encouraging me.
When I look beyond this island, I see the blue ocean,
Making my moves limited.
Yet giving me life and pleasure.
When I look aside, I see the friendly locals,
Controlling my moves.
Yet helping me and preparing me.
When I look behind, I see unhealing pains,
Doubting my moves.
Yet giving me experience and warning me.
When I look beneath, I see my soul trapped in a body,
Unsuccessfully reaching my moves.
Yet patiently waiting to be reunited with his mate.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Donderdag, maart 09, 2006 18:50 |
| amazingly written! x! |
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| observer: | Woensdag, maart 08, 2006 23:00 |
| zeker mooi, ik vraag me af wanneer je dit heb gescreven |
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| Auteur: myst85 | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 maart 2006 | ||
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