Broken glass to hold no more,
a dream now lying on the floor.
The fluid with the color oak,
for one man without hope.
Within that fluid what he found,
comfort from a hidden sound.
Tunes so high he could not hold,
the amount of poison to feed his soul.
The color oak within his life,
kept his dream once more alive.
Gave him hope that it will be,
better tomorrow ...
... eternally.
Augustijntje: | Vrijdag, oktober 20, 2006 08:50 |
you''d think that after all the poems I''ve read from you, your great poems couldn''t surprise me anymore..but no, they still amaze me! great poem!! x! |
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Amon: | Dinsdag, oktober 17, 2006 20:48 |
w a u w |
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dishesqueen: | Dinsdag, oktober 17, 2006 19:52 |
1 one word: fantastic! A treat to read... | |
M@rcel: | Dinsdag, oktober 17, 2006 18:05 |
wat geweldig mooi geschreven en heel graag gelezen Liefs M@rcel |
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ana (stacia): | Dinsdag, oktober 17, 2006 15:20 |
It has a sad ending to it, although not all parties might agree. Kus ! ana |
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Windwhisper: | Dinsdag, oktober 17, 2006 15:07 |
heel mooi liefs |
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Kim rc: | Dinsdag, oktober 17, 2006 14:18 |
precious. xxx |
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switi lobi: | Dinsdag, oktober 17, 2006 14:14 |
Wat een prachtgedicht lieve Dylirium... Knuffels en liefsliefs...switi lobi |
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Auteur: Dylirium | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 17 oktober 2006 | ||
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