Dream
Carried on waves,
floating on clouds,
you come by me.
With you,
I can make things.
or let things go.
You are my reality
Although you are not real
And every night,
you come by
Carried on waves,
floating on clouds.
floating on clouds,
you come by me.
With you,
I can make things.
or let things go.
You are my reality
Although you are not real
And every night,
you come by
Carried on waves,
floating on clouds.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| [zwarte engel]: | Zaterdag, februari 05, 2011 21:42 |
| :) | |
| Ana (stacia): | Donderdag, juni 27, 2002 21:09 |
| Perhaps when we dream hard enough, 'it' might just become reality. liefs ana |
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| Auteur: grim reaper | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 juni 2002 | ||
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