A horse.
Your eyes are filled with sorrow
Always hoping for a better tomorrow
Your eyes are filled with hope
It is the only way that you can cope
You were skin over bone
And in your pain, so alone
You looked so old
Untill the day you got sold...
Your hope slowly turned into rest
Now hoping this would always last
Your sorrow turned into love
All memories drifted off
Always hoping for a better tomorrow
Your eyes are filled with hope
It is the only way that you can cope
You were skin over bone
And in your pain, so alone
You looked so old
Untill the day you got sold...
Your hope slowly turned into rest
Now hoping this would always last
Your sorrow turned into love
All memories drifted off
Reacties op dit gedicht
| balance-bianca86: | Zaterdag, januari 14, 2012 20:03 |
| wauw dat laatste stukje..mmm ook voor mij herkenbaar..en heb het veel mee gemaakt bij de paardjes die ik heb verzorgd! | |
| wervelende regenboog: | Zondag, januari 08, 2012 20:21 |
| je kan het leed inderdaad in de ogen van die dieren lezen maar nu gelukkig verleden tijd! graag gelezen groetje wr |
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| Auteur: Skydancer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 januari 2012 | ||
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