You are the vocal cord, that plays with love.
You are the vocal cord
That plays with love
In my heart.
You are also that high note
Which ends in my head,
And where I try
to grab.
you are that trip
that my heart
wants to pass
In miles.
you are my pond
In a quest
From one keeper.
you are the story
And I the writer.
That a rapprochement
Looked up.
You are my breath
in my lungs,
Where you hit the high note
have sung in.
I float, and wander.
And live without
Substrate
amazed
round.
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| Auteur: Werner S |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: Werner S | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 juni 2022 | ||
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