To let go
To let go
from the moment
when the boy couldn't
be boy any more
he developed a certain
persuasion to prove
the world he was valuable
climbed the highest mountains
fought for the rights of others
with passionate devotion
until he grew older
an angel presented him a mirror
in which he was asked
why he had been running
all his life, and realised
the time had come
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Reacties op dit gedicht
| ~* Lady Love *~: | Zondag, februari 22, 2009 08:48 |
| *warm hugglz* ~* Lady Love *~ |
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| BlueRadar: | Zondag, februari 22, 2009 04:06 |
| Humbled here....quiet... Yes. you....... |
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| ~* Lady Love *~: | Zaterdag, februari 21, 2009 20:29 |
| Nou er zijn er genoeg die rondlopen met blinders voor! Hoezo is het brr? Liefs ~* Lady Love *~ |
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| ~* Lady Love *~: | Zaterdag, februari 21, 2009 20:28 |
| Thank you kindly werner, you can''t b that scary ! ~* Lady Love *~ |
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| Amanda Visch: | Zaterdag, februari 21, 2009 18:40 |
| Ergens kom je jezelf altijd tegen...het einde is een beetje brrr Liefs | |
| Werner Domroese: | Zaterdag, februari 21, 2009 13:18 |
| Wow, powerful. Sometimes we run because of the image in the mirror. ;) | |
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| Auteur: ~* Lady Love *~ | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 februari 2009 | ||
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