The forest of my own life
I am walking in the forest of my own life
I feel it all at once and suddenly inside
I love so much this wonderful and magic wood
I am breathing this so mental and delicious food
And in the sunny place of forest’s edge
Shall open wind the list of fairy page
I am satisfied with piece of tasty cake
That just your earthly hands can only make
The trees are rustling nice about something
I am crazy quiet about silence and unusual exciting
The lock is free... The door just opens...so slowly
In one small house of yours beautiful and tender soul
I feel it all at once and suddenly inside
I love so much this wonderful and magic wood
I am breathing this so mental and delicious food
And in the sunny place of forest’s edge
Shall open wind the list of fairy page
I am satisfied with piece of tasty cake
That just your earthly hands can only make
The trees are rustling nice about something
I am crazy quiet about silence and unusual exciting
The lock is free... The door just opens...so slowly
In one small house of yours beautiful and tender soul
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Tatjana R.: | Woensdag, maart 21, 2007 09:13 |
| O YES!!! | |
| ato: | Woensdag, maart 21, 2007 08:22 |
| mooi gedicht! om over na te denken... liefs |
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| Auteur: Tatjana R. | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 februari 2007 | ||
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