Stranger
I do not see what you do
my eyes seek another reality
I do not hear when you speak
but listen to the words you say
you ask, who are you?
yet I feel your love and pain
it is similar but not the same
beauty in the ugly and minutiae
the harsh knows me well
the soft gives me strength
the stars and moon dwell
calling to me, too soon
the sun repels my love
a story is told, dark and of old
in the depths of my soul
to live one must be bold
in languages familiar
search for meaning wanes
as I look through
my ever virescent panes
| killea: | Woensdag, januari 04, 2012 02:06 |
| many thanks zg xx j |
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| killea: | Woensdag, januari 04, 2012 02:06 |
| many thanks zg xx j |
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| Zo Gezegd: | Dinsdag, januari 03, 2012 23:59 |
| Yes! I love this one, it''s amazing. | |
| killea: | Zaterdag, december 31, 2011 15:16 |
| many thanks hs and a happy New Year xx j |
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| killea: | Zaterdag, december 31, 2011 15:16 |
| many thanks hs and a happy New Year xx j |
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| hs: | Zaterdag, december 31, 2011 15:08 |
| Mooi geschreven! | |
| Auteur: killea | ||
| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 31 december 2011 | ||
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