Bridg-it!
Brigitte was blinded by the bloom of sunlight
All the sparkling starry withered leaves stole her heart like thieves
Caught by the chime of the ray of the final summer day she was stunned by David's hearthy height
This must be the place where he picked her first flower between the tender twilight of the eves
The tiny pit with the root caught her foot like Adam and Eva putting their head in the sand
One flower spot remains hot despite lost love will hide for the oncoming winter-slide in ice cold white
She can't forget the shed of his heart in raffinated red between the false fierce outdoor wonderland
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| Auteur: Jos Santen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 augustus 2006 | ||
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