Filosofie / Poezie / Verlangens
Regnbagen har bara atta farger.
Gliding trou citty’s of brik end stone,
Broken arrows of the agned rome.
Life is like mirror wals,
cristal rivers end Gizer fals.
Walking throu hunted woods,
want to carry preces goods.
Words that rime,
Sun is starting to shine.
Running agenst the light,
Trying to win the fight.
Castelhals ent underwater fals,
It will al crumbel wen the nature cals.
Sitting on the side of a spring,
My selfone starts to ring.
It alwhays will sty,
Never go awhay.
Craling on the floor,
Bleeding on the door.
Pain as plazure,
take the counter mesure.
Standing on the top of the hill,
Realize you have to chill.
All the flowers on the mounten,
Are just like the diamonts in the founton.
lying ent whayting fore the show,
looking at the rainbow.
So pritty so bride,
Look at the collerd light
Jump in end dive,
Try to make somthing of live.
There isend realy somthing to ask,
Live you’re live THATS youre task
- Constantijn -
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