Aliens with affection
Hi strange men and women, here I am to glam in your excentric clan!
I'm living on a lonely lane of lustiness
Set-backs surround me, the real soul survivor of silence
The far future is fierce but is it also fertile for genuine friendliness?
People perplexed my perspectives of profound personality in their presence
The real me wasn't set free by the majority of the whole society
My search for strange solitary singers is my only proximity that doesn't linger
Only outsiders recognize my purity in my head's complexity, in common eternity
So let's dance like daddies daily before the dawn drowns our river of romantic roots
Indeed we can't stand the daylight of the ordinary world, as they misunderstand our moods
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Dinsdag, maart 28, 2006 17:21 |
| So glad to read some good english! very well-written so let''s dance...of romatic roots ~ amazing sentence! x! |
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| manik: | Dinsdag, maart 28, 2006 16:36 |
| Vindt het moeilijk om op een engels geschreven gedicht iets te schrijven maar ik vond het erg mooi groetjes Hennie | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Jos Santen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 maart 2006 | ||
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