The bird.
The bird.
A bird once asked the high above,
what his life is what his goal was.
How it would know when to fly,
where to stay or how to die.
It had some questions which we all ask,
how life will be how long it will last.
The only thing it did forget,
is to ask what things it will regret.
So up it flew with all the weird,
confusing answers whispered in its ear.
How could it be that the high above,
would not know how it would live and love.
And as time changes all things that live,
it gave the bird a child within to live.
The child became with time a man,
the bird was gone, the wings remained.
Those wings within me I use to write,
thoughts of love, death and life.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| switi lobi: | Maandag, april 24, 2006 10:18 |
| This little bird flew straight into my hart remembereing a song of love in the darkest sadest part diamonts shine in morningdew a lihgt from high above i saw a hart so pure in giving just a little love to shine upon my longest way of that i''m really sure... liefsliefs, switi lobi |
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| Green eyes: | Zondag, april 23, 2006 15:43 |
| Mijn Engels is zo van achter het hoekje...maar ik snap wel dit mooie gedicht. Schrijf jij nooit in het Nederlands? Liefs,knuff Marina |
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| Gert: | Donderdag, april 20, 2006 09:48 |
| Ja, schitterend. Liefs, Gert |
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| dishesqueen: | Maandag, april 17, 2006 08:26 |
| ah,nice one! | |
| peerke: | Donderdag, april 13, 2006 17:21 |
| very well, a fantastic story! |
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| Augustijntje: | Woensdag, april 12, 2006 20:25 |
| I''m glad you didn''t lose your wings! very nice poem! x! |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Dylirium | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 april 2006 | ||
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