Wherever You May Roam
Mysterious, she whispered sweet,
the moments without misery,
freaking sorrow, agony,
everytime we meet.
Immense strenght, released at times,
drinking wisdom, spoiling wine,
left in front and twirled behind,
while whistling sacred chimes.
Abandoned castles, waving free,
replacing frozen memories,
foolish wars, false symphaties
vanished into her seas.
I'm sure you met her on the way,
she's everywhere, then turns away,
talks in riddles, never plays
with restless fears alone.
Yes, the truth, it's twisted naturally,
she just exists imaginary,
and gladly, thankfully, guides you free,
wherever you may roam.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Hanneke Eirinn: | Zaterdag, juni 15, 2002 18:27 |
| Jesus, Storm, wat 1 schitterend mooi gedicht! :) | |
| sleepless: | Woensdag, juni 05, 2002 06:12 |
| Knap van inhoud, maar zeker ook van vorm. I'm impressed! Groetjes. |
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| Auteur: StormRider | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 juni 2002 | ||
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