Once Upon a Time
Each time when I hear her name it feels like the wind stirs my deepest thoughts. I quietly turn invisible like a snail disappears in the safety of his shell. I can feel myself slipping' further into a dream that takes me to a place which was filled with music and laughter. It was a time that belonged to the most significant part of my prime. Without a single doubt the most intriguing time spend on earth. Like Tina T screamed from her stage
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Dinsdag, januari 14, 2020 21:33 |
| I quietly turn invisible... nice! | |
| september: | Dinsdag, januari 14, 2020 20:28 |
| Mooi geschreven. Het gevoel onder woorden gebracht weet mooi mee te nemen. Vriendelijke groet | |
| Smj2016: | Dinsdag, januari 14, 2020 17:55 |
| Wow mooi hoor 😇herken het gevoel wel liefs samantha | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Sothpwn | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 januari 2020 | ||
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