Calm before the storm
Darkness falls
silence piercing
like the sound of shattering glass
The whispers of falling rain
leave me empty
every drop
will fall alone
and will land broken
on the cold ground
Threatening clouds
gather above and inside my head
and I know
it's only a matter of time
before the strom hits...
silence piercing
like the sound of shattering glass
The whispers of falling rain
leave me empty
every drop
will fall alone
and will land broken
on the cold ground
Threatening clouds
gather above and inside my head
and I know
it's only a matter of time
before the strom hits...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Werner Domroese: | Dinsdag, januari 06, 2009 03:48 |
| Nice. Sooner or later, a storm becomes a breeze that calmly soothes, that moves your tears. :) | |
| Lone Dreamer: | Maandag, januari 05, 2009 21:53 |
| before this storm hits... and clears my skies once more ;-) Alles komt goed.. Sterk geschreven, nice... Liefs, LSD |
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| silvertear: | Maandag, januari 05, 2009 19:46 |
| hmm strom moet storm zijn dus he:P excuus | |
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 januari 2009 | ||
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