Once there was a born heart
Born in loneliness what it first never knew
While it was living it discovered the deep solitude
The emptiness what it has gotten
Feelings of mourn what it could give a face now
No fellowship with the soul and mind because it’s very hard to find
With an inner what’s terribly rotten
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Once there was a born heart
Born in loneliness what it was
What drains soul and mind totally dry
In separate they live from each other and of grief both they cry
Wishes what it makes, dreams what it has
Very sad to be born in solitude
But for him now a forever loneliness . . .
Auteur: Manjula | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 21 december 2006 | ||
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