Faces
Everytime,
Everyone has a moment.
They discover that,
Every crowd,
Counts an uncountable amount,
Of Faces.
You reconcider in phases,
You link the names and faces,
Everyday souls swallowed by stress,
You race a thousand races.
With all those people.
The names and the faces.
From different cultures,
And races.
Filled with hope and love.
But not every flip.
Stacks your aces.
Everyone has a moment.
They discover that,
Every crowd,
Counts an uncountable amount,
Of Faces.
You reconcider in phases,
You link the names and faces,
Everyday souls swallowed by stress,
You race a thousand races.
With all those people.
The names and the faces.
From different cultures,
And races.
Filled with hope and love.
But not every flip.
Stacks your aces.
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 september 2009 | ||
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