Sleep
I wake,
in your loving arms.
Who you are,
I don’t know.
Your head bents to me,
you whisper words.
I hear them,
and softly I fall back.
Into my sleep.
in your loving arms.
Who you are,
I don’t know.
Your head bents to me,
you whisper words.
I hear them,
and softly I fall back.
Into my sleep.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| lenore: | Zaterdag, juni 22, 2002 22:33 |
| sleep as long you want, but don't sleep for the rest of your life, then you miss the best part... kusjes lotje |
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| Auteur: grim reaper | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 juni 2002 | ||
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