to be me
The silence spoke,
as the night beheld,
the truth of the day,
The silence pelting away,
at the corners of my mind,
Where did we turn,
if silently away,
to turn from the known,
as friends turn strangers,
Facing the unknown,
in quiet contemplation,
being more free than ever,
to be myself.
A ship always returns to harbor
as the night beheld,
the truth of the day,
The silence pelting away,
at the corners of my mind,
Where did we turn,
if silently away,
to turn from the known,
as friends turn strangers,
Facing the unknown,
in quiet contemplation,
being more free than ever,
to be myself.
A ship always returns to harbor
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| Auteur: sniperium | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 09 augustus 2022 | ||
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