writers in the storm
Writers in the storm
No pencil that will speak
No owl that will drowl
untill we write
sweet memories will die
write our names up to the sky
as our hearts began to mellt
in the murder that she wrote
no hard feelings in the end
as my heart began to mellt
sweet sorrow called my name
every child's the same
melodies remain
frangrances in the wind
colours getting blind
in the power that you drove
our feelings getting sloped
as bridges to an end
our river still remains
and everything's the same
as bridges to an end
our fallen stones that will blend
in the rivers, in the sky
there's no need of turning back
untill you have to accept
there's no turning back
just walk...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Dreamlover: | Woensdag, december 13, 2006 23:06 |
| Diep..en werkelijk waar in 1 adem gelezen. Liefs Dreamlover |
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| elemmïré telemnar: | Donderdag, juli 13, 2006 08:33 |
| mooi beschreven *x* |
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| Auteur: Oxygénée | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 juli 2006 | ||
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