Song of the poet
Frail from desire
fragile
drunk with melancholy
lonely
the poet sung for her
his first verse
and his last
He called her : so beautiful
He called her : flower of moonlight
He called her : lake of lost dreams
He called her : light of eternal remembrance
He called her : madonna in the shadow
He called her : joy and melancholy
He called her : forget-me-not
fragile
drunk with melancholy
lonely
the poet sung for her
his first verse
and his last
He called her : so beautiful
He called her : flower of moonlight
He called her : lake of lost dreams
He called her : light of eternal remembrance
He called her : madonna in the shadow
He called her : joy and melancholy
He called her : forget-me-not
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Quicksilver: | Donderdag, september 11, 2008 18:28 |
| Beautiful!! knuffs,liefs dicky |
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| Littledolphin: | Donderdag, september 11, 2008 12:50 |
| prachtig gewoon liefs barbara | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: troebadoer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 september 2008 | ||
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