Happily
How can something has,
Such a deep impact
That it´s kidnapping my lungs
To catch my breath for a while
And overwhelm my overactive brains
With enigmatic points of views
Spoken in a secret language
It´s like a white blanket
A clean wave
Which washed this entangled body
Switched it back to zero
Pure, tranquil
In scenery of quiet weather
To relive again
In this area
Of mysterious words and images
I can find back some answers
Which I see playing behind the walls
Of questioning eyes
Those who are closing really soon
Happily
Happily after all
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| Auteur: RealMe | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 april 2009 | ||
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