poetic creatures 2
the detective searched
for hidden clues
his client had already paid
he had nothing to loose
the sister of his brother
had the same mother
and so did he
they were all part of the same family
and right
now outside
was snow falling
falling was the snow
when snow falls in fall
snow falls falsely
it was thus it’s fault
the trees were bold
the snow was for the leaves
as a bunch of thieves
falling leaves were leaving fall
when the detective realized it all
as he went through the door
time didn’t exist any more
future present and past
were passing him fast
the alarm clock predicted his doom
in fact he never left his room
for hidden clues
his client had already paid
he had nothing to loose
the sister of his brother
had the same mother
and so did he
they were all part of the same family
and right
now outside
was snow falling
falling was the snow
when snow falls in fall
snow falls falsely
it was thus it’s fault
the trees were bold
the snow was for the leaves
as a bunch of thieves
falling leaves were leaving fall
when the detective realized it all
as he went through the door
time didn’t exist any more
future present and past
were passing him fast
the alarm clock predicted his doom
in fact he never left his room
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Marousia: | Zondag, maart 30, 2008 22:25 |
| Poezie gevat in een superverhaal weer. Mooi gedaan! Liefs van Marousia | |
| Windwhisper: | Zondag, maart 30, 2008 13:30 |
| I like it, that ha to be told with my regards Cobie have a nice sunday, without falling snow , when the rain begins to fall.... |
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| 1_2_tree: | Zondag, maart 30, 2008 13:02 |
| Zonde, hij zou eens naar buiten moeten komen. | |
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| Auteur: Nummer 127 | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sunflower | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 maart 2008 | ||
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