The most precious thing
You can’t explain it
You can’t hear it
But at the same time
That’s the moment
Where you do hear it
The most fragile thing
Just a movement
Just a whisper
And it disapeares
It gives you
The impression of peace
A moment to think
Time is no longer
The only moment
You could believe
Time has took a brake
Silence is a gift
Silence Is a miracle
Auteur: NovemberRain | ||
Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 28 september 2003 | ||
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