Magic Of The Night
Sleepy morning, softly you awake
Into a new day's light-break
Orange flames on a quiet lake
Changing of the guards
Moon and Sun
Another Day has begun
Leavind behind dreams that might
Another chance to put things right
Until sunsets fading light
Listening to the Stars
Far, still and bright
Telling us stories about what might
Soaring on dreamy wings
While the sleepy Moon sings
The Magic of the Night it brings
Into a new day's light-break
Orange flames on a quiet lake
Changing of the guards
Moon and Sun
Another Day has begun
Leavind behind dreams that might
Another chance to put things right
Until sunsets fading light
Listening to the Stars
Far, still and bright
Telling us stories about what might
Soaring on dreamy wings
While the sleepy Moon sings
The Magic of the Night it brings
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Estherrr: | Dinsdag, juni 25, 2002 18:29 |
| Wow! Vet goed! Echt mooi! Liefs, Esther | |
| Hanneke Eirinn: | Donderdag, juni 20, 2002 20:13 |
| 'while the sleepy moon sings' ..heel mooie strofe.. | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Raymond Brettschneider | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 juni 2002 | ||
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