Subtle love
From a corner of your eye
you look at the water
that is a mirror
through which you can
see my soul.
Every word on your balance
you dedicate to me
slowly, one by one,
they enter into
the depths of my mind.
No movement is without a meaning
when we drive in our car,
no one seems to know in what direction
but you are a master in spontaneous
planning, creating the road,
near by or very far, arriving
in a fairytale wood.
you look at the water
that is a mirror
through which you can
see my soul.
Every word on your balance
you dedicate to me
slowly, one by one,
they enter into
the depths of my mind.
No movement is without a meaning
when we drive in our car,
no one seems to know in what direction
but you are a master in spontaneous
planning, creating the road,
near by or very far, arriving
in a fairytale wood.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Dirk Hermans: | Dinsdag, mei 02, 2006 22:13 |
| zeer mooi | |
| gwenje: | Dinsdag, mei 02, 2006 22:00 |
| Heel mooi geschreven :) dikke knufs gwenje |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Tatjana De Casparis | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 mei 2006 | ||
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