truths in moonlight
walking in circles,
We make the rounds,
past the forest,
past the grounds,
Our wings rise high,
then fly low,
in such terms,
We always grow,
around in circles,
like year rings in a tree,
to break the bounds,
centimeter by centimeter,
away from the ground,
A wise man once asked,
To a tree,
Am I you,
or are you, me?
We make the rounds,
past the forest,
past the grounds,
Our wings rise high,
then fly low,
in such terms,
We always grow,
around in circles,
like year rings in a tree,
to break the bounds,
centimeter by centimeter,
away from the ground,
A wise man once asked,
To a tree,
Am I you,
or are you, me?
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Pascal Janssen: | Dinsdag, december 08, 2020 00:11 |
| We van be, whom we to choose to be(e)😉 Mooi gefilosofeerd. |
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| slaaf Jacob: | Maandag, december 07, 2020 21:06 |
| Its how we want to see . Greetings and luck Jacob. | |
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| Auteur: sniperium | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 december 2020 | ||
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