From the tear of India to the lowlands of Holland
There’s where I’m raised up
There’s the place where I went to
* . * . *
But the roots are still there
Two kinds of blood in my soul
So what do I have to do?
* . * . *
Two personalities in me that grew
One organism, consisting of blood, skin and bone
But excisting these of one identity or also of two?
Because one feeling happy, another very alone
happy_in_love: | Zondag, maart 11, 2007 23:19 |
prachtig verwoord xxxxx maite |
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Rizi: | Zondag, maart 11, 2007 22:27 |
yes, I know the feeling too.. we are both indian roos, gr. rizi | |
Auteur: Manjula | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 11 maart 2007 | ||
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