blisters
Blisters on her hands
blue and purple cold
her face was hidden
by her hair
thin so very old
she was pretty tall
too tired too eat
she couldn't go anywhere
her soul seems to be forbidden
destroyed by people commands
her pretty eyes have lost their glow
she would be hidden
suddenly she saw pale light
this was her solution
too much broken to fight
blue and purple cold
her face was hidden
by her hair
thin so very old
she was pretty tall
too tired too eat
she couldn't go anywhere
her soul seems to be forbidden
destroyed by people commands
her pretty eyes have lost their glow
she would be hidden
suddenly she saw pale light
this was her solution
too much broken to fight
Reacties op dit gedicht
| sitara: | Zondag, november 19, 2006 10:54 |
| never give up fighting vele knuffels me |
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| Dirk Hermans: | Donderdag, november 16, 2006 18:01 |
| moedig verwoord | |
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| Auteur: Zana | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 november 2006 | ||
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