The Night
The Night,
In his full beauty.
His perfect stars,
his perfect moon.
His covering darkness,
and his releasing cold.
Night,
come over me.
Cover me,
with your cold.
Night release me,
from the light.
That shows me,
my problems.
A night full of darkness, that reflects my soul...
In his full beauty.
His perfect stars,
his perfect moon.
His covering darkness,
and his releasing cold.
Night,
come over me.
Cover me,
with your cold.
Night release me,
from the light.
That shows me,
my problems.
A night full of darkness, that reflects my soul...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| enrique: | Donderdag, november 15, 2001 10:50 |
| Een mooie omkering van de gebruikelijke koppeling tussen licht/donker en gevoel. Maar als je wat licht op je demonen laat schijnen, verdwijnen ze vaak vanzelf. groetjes |
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| Auteur: Diddy | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 14 november 2001 | ||
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