Fallinggg
A little Lake, so beautifull, so deep as you can see
Water so bright
Life was great,
I was a child.
Never did I knew that my water would float,
to Rivers so poissened,
I could hardly breath.
Little by little I came by the Sea
Alone,
my Lake was far away,
a beautifull thought in the deep black sea...
Sometimes, when I look very good, I can almost see the sun, even thouch her for a while.
But
than I fall back
to where trouble began
the bottom yet in sight.
Water so bright
Life was great,
I was a child.
Never did I knew that my water would float,
to Rivers so poissened,
I could hardly breath.
Little by little I came by the Sea
Alone,
my Lake was far away,
a beautifull thought in the deep black sea...
Sometimes, when I look very good, I can almost see the sun, even thouch her for a while.
But
than I fall back
to where trouble began
the bottom yet in sight.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| laatste dwaallicht: | Zondag, mei 22, 2011 01:33 |
| Dank je Lummy en slaaf Jacob voor de reacties | |
| Lummy: | Donderdag, mei 19, 2011 06:40 |
| mooi verwoord | |
| slaaf Jacob: | Donderdag, mei 19, 2011 05:59 |
| netjes verwoord iedereen zal het wel herkennen heimwee en terug val . Het leven is vallen en opstaan. Groetjes en sterkte. | |
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| Auteur: laatste dwaallicht | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 mei 2011 | ||
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