tears in jour own inner self
are harder to swallow
then a hundred furious storm’s
still I try to walk the tight rope
balancing words and letters
playing the fiddle with an iron stick
I’ll jump and dance whilst learning
and I assure you that when your
steel eyes peal trough every poem
my candle will burn brighter
when you are fast asleep
my straw still sucks wisdom
whilst my feet are underway
23/05/2009
Auteur: Lion10cc | ||
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Gepubliceerd op: 23 mei 2009 | ||
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