Walking in a forest
Dark and silent
Only a whisper
And the echo of silence
No wind is blowing
No rain is falling
Only darkness in this woods
The trees wont move
Seeking without sight
Listening to silence
Looking at the black night
Trembling of fear and cold
A soft voice can be heard
By following it's sound
Suddenly appears the unknown
Shows the right path
No time to say thank you
For she is allready gone
Long gone never to meet again
The question remains
24-08-03
THIERRY : | Zondag, augustus 24, 2003 21:38 |
Ook voor de mysterieuze achtergrond die goed past bij dit gedicht ( creatie of keuze )krijg je vandaag 10 op 10. Thijo |
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THIERRY : | Zondag, augustus 24, 2003 21:35 |
Het is alsof deze taal je moedertaal is. In elk geval...het is uitstekend. Schrijf zo verder. Thijo |
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promise: | Zondag, augustus 24, 2003 19:02 |
...in silence I'll remain these words... The question is always near, but the given answer somethimes don't even exists.. kus, |
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Auteur: Benjamin de Rooy | ||
Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 24 augustus 2003 | ||
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