As Time Flies
As time flies slowly, certainly
flames of misplaced misery
turn to new idea's, guiding me
throughout the returning lands
It teaches life, definately
growing faith, creates a dream
the ones who care are the ones to see
how water sprung from sands
And if you're ready, obviously
trample knowledge immediately
to meaningless, liquid based idea's
that melts into your mind
Yes, trust fades slowly, certainly
and turns to foolish insanity
even children, visionairs could not foresee
the ruins of our time
Reacties op dit gedicht
| blommeke: | Donderdag, juni 13, 2002 09:21 |
| waarlijk een prachtgedicht! super. |
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| Jo Aelmans: | Donderdag, juni 13, 2002 08:40 |
| Man! Blijf schrijvuh! Please! Pretty Please!!! snik... ;-)) Jo. ;o)x |
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| Auteur: StormRider | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 13 juni 2002 | ||
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