The summer is still here
Can you grow finns in the coldest sea
or grow wings in a crowded sky
in the howlin wind or pooring rain
from beautiful skies into dirty towns
Wax heads melt
burned like candles
a witness for what knuckles find
a coat of trumpets
a flesh with razors
and anger in happiness
Snails inside the seed
praying for a drop of rain
swallowed by emotional jaws
with the sun that's shining
clouded by visions
grinding fear.
but the summer is still here
J.S. 2005. 2006
or grow wings in a crowded sky
in the howlin wind or pooring rain
from beautiful skies into dirty towns
Wax heads melt
burned like candles
a witness for what knuckles find
a coat of trumpets
a flesh with razors
and anger in happiness
Snails inside the seed
praying for a drop of rain
swallowed by emotional jaws
with the sun that's shining
clouded by visions
grinding fear.
but the summer is still here
J.S. 2005. 2006
Reacties op dit gedicht
| suicidal elf: | Zaterdag, augustus 26, 2006 20:23 |
| hm mee eens sterk :D heel mooi gedaan. |
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| M@rcel: | Vrijdag, augustus 25, 2006 19:30 |
| geweldig mooi geschreven jurgen en graag gelezen Liefs M@rcel |
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| Augustijntje: | Vrijdag, augustus 25, 2006 17:07 |
| sterk neergezet meerdere keer herlezen x! |
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| switi lobi: | Vrijdag, augustus 25, 2006 15:42 |
| Mooi....bijna dromerig te lezen... Liefsliefs, switi lobi |
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| Oorlam: | Vrijdag, augustus 25, 2006 15:14 |
| sterk:) | |
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| Auteur: cosmicdoom | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 augustus 2006 | ||
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