The one I choose.
Within my veins, with every beat,
my body trembles, which feels so weak.
Just want to close, these eyes of mine,
to never wake up for the remaining time.
To start my travel, which will bring me,
to the end of time, my destiny.
Mountains of feelings to make me find,
what in this life, is not yet mine.
The road I walk, the things I loose,
which made me be, the one I choose.
People I meet, lessons I learn,
sometimes they heal, mostly they burn.
When the burning fades away,
you find a person made of clay.
Which you can kneed as you want,
with loving moves to make him strong.
But if you wait to long to kneed,
what will remain, you will not need.
The clay will turn hard, cold and grey,
the result will be there, forever to stay.
Gert: | Maandag, februari 20, 2006 10:11 |
Werkelijk prachtig dit. Super!! Wow!!! Liefs, Gert |
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moongirl1982: | Zaterdag, februari 18, 2006 21:00 |
mooi verwoord, groet moongirl1982 |
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Augustijntje: | Donderdag, februari 16, 2006 17:16 |
nice poem (again!!) well-written x! |
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ana (stacia): | Donderdag, februari 16, 2006 16:32 |
Eindelijk nog eens goede engelse poëzie. Ik ben voor de rest van de dag een tevreden vrouw. Proficiat ! liefs ana |
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Auteur: Dylirium | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 16 februari 2006 | ||
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