Fixing the hinges
Swinging like a pendulum
On a cord of broken iron
Set a blaze like a torch
Flaming in the pale night
Over the horizon and moon
Soaring like a frozen bird
Waiting for that one thing
That message releasing me
From this cage of ice
Frozen from what was mine
Until I get released from time
-Centaurus-
On a cord of broken iron
Set a blaze like a torch
Flaming in the pale night
Over the horizon and moon
Soaring like a frozen bird
Waiting for that one thing
That message releasing me
From this cage of ice
Frozen from what was mine
Until I get released from time
-Centaurus-
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Zaterdag, november 14, 2009 09:06 |
| Altijd weer geniaal, met een nog genialere eindzin of -zinnen.. until I get released from time.. and he goes out with a Bang.. (maar mss 1 klein dingetje dat mij een beetje stoort: de hoofdletters) |
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| Auteur: -Centaurus- | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 november 2009 | ||
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