On the Rocks
She stands there on the rocks…
The wind
almost blowing her in the ocean
she stares in far distance
A face
Which is crying
Which is begging
Which is screaming
A woman...
A girl...
A female who wants to be heard
Screaming...
Shouting...
In the noice
Which makes her voice
Fade away...
Make the wind...
Play with it
That dreadful
Piercing
Searching
Haunting
Sound
Which
Vanish
Disappears
Blows...
Away
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| Elenore De Groote: | Zondag, april 13, 2008 17:01 |
| Heel mooi hoe jij die vrouwelijk mystiek weergeeft. Liefs, Elenore xxx | |
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| Auteur: RealMe | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 april 2008 | ||
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