scary ride
The wind blew the little seed along
On a long way to an unknown world
It saw some sun, but also felt the rain
And through the storms it was mostly hurled
It had to run for hungry doves
Was too small to break some bones
But found the courage to survive
To find the light through scary groans
At the end of its trip over deadly roads
It finally founds the perfect fertile ground
I took a rest and waited for the sun to eat
And laughed to the manure of ugly goats.
It turned in a light-blue rose
Its beauty overwhelmed this awful place
And would bring a wonder to a special one
With no need to hide his face
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| MayadeBij*: | Dinsdag, maart 18, 2008 23:38 |
| MayadeGeit? :( knap.. ik kan me goed in het verhaal verplaatsen.. beeldend deze! fijne avond, x | |
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| Auteur: Freyer | 
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