The storm before the calm
Wind is howling,
Howling of pain, like some animal on the brinck of death,
It tries to pull me down, blow me away,
The storm before the calm has come
Rain is falling,
Crying endless tears, like the carnation of misunderstanding,
Tries to drown me, take me away,
The storm before the calm has come
Lightning strikes,
Cracking loudly, like woord asunder the axe,
It tries to strike me, burn my soul,
The storm before the calm has come
The sun smiles,
Beaming of joy, like the children in the park,
It haulls me on my feet, dries my wet clothes, Extinguishes the fire that's burning my soul,
the storm before the calm has gone
Howling of pain, like some animal on the brinck of death,
It tries to pull me down, blow me away,
The storm before the calm has come
Rain is falling,
Crying endless tears, like the carnation of misunderstanding,
Tries to drown me, take me away,
The storm before the calm has come
Lightning strikes,
Cracking loudly, like woord asunder the axe,
It tries to strike me, burn my soul,
The storm before the calm has come
The sun smiles,
Beaming of joy, like the children in the park,
It haulls me on my feet, dries my wet clothes, Extinguishes the fire that's burning my soul,
the storm before the calm has gone
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Cora (ZIJ): | Donderdag, januari 18, 2007 19:06 |
| Nice, | |
| dishesqueen: | Donderdag, januari 18, 2007 19:01 |
| highly original and well-written! | |
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| Auteur: The Mystery Pianist | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 januari 2007 | ||
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