letters for a friend (9)
"Crestfallen"
I spoke a man today
he lingered a while
between thick-born trees
I didn't believe him
I shouted your name
all that he wasn't human
I would've wished
I'd seen him again
as I do with you
but the Night drew closer
and He was gone,
the man with the beard
I forget to easily
I keep shouting still
denied my maker
wishing you'd come too
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| Auteur: ra | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 mei 2006 | ||
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