My own shelter
My own shelter
Why must a song with words of love
sing its words so painful.
Like it has been written within my heart
with rhythms so bright yet rain full
A moment of silence which seems to last
long enough to be uncertain.
Am I the one within his thoughts
or am I his new born burden.
Must my soul take once road
leading through that garden.
Full of roses weak and strong
thorns that leaves scarves within.
Patience, hope, a tear and joy
will help me to once enter
Two open arms that at last will be
for ever …………..
my own shelter.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| dreamstar: | Dinsdag, juli 24, 2007 20:31 |
| nice!! alles goed met je? xxx |
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| ana (stacia): | Zondag, juli 22, 2007 13:54 |
| Thorns of doubt usually sting the hardest. There are roses without - I wish them well in your direction. Tight hug ana |
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| Augustijntje: | Zaterdag, juli 21, 2007 11:14 |
| brilliantly written x! |
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| Br0kEn: | Zaterdag, juli 21, 2007 10:24 |
| heel mooi geschreven groetjes |
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| Innerchild: | Zaterdag, juli 21, 2007 09:36 |
| Piepeloe ! | |
| lexx: | Zaterdag, juli 21, 2007 09:31 |
| O well, here we are again..Looking for something to get us in de mood :D | |
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| Auteur: Dylirium | 
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