:: like water maybe? ::
-- we don't read and write poetry because it is cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the humen race --
een regelmatig veranderende verzameling van quotes, gedichten en gedachten
| [::..contends..::] |
|---|
| :: rien's column :: |
| :: quote's & citaten :: |
| :: gastenboek :: |
| [::..recommended..::] |
| :: MorningWillCome :: |
| :: PeaceDog :: |
| :: ZwaarCool :: |
:: Friday, August 20, 2004 ::
I was hit by something, suddenly
I was undone by nothing, apparantly
not in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined
to be just that, which I saw so clearly
a flash, in front, behind, all around
and I had to keep myself
from looking over my shoulder
to see where it had gone
I was struck by something
It made me smile, as you could see
like in our wilder years, when we had dreams
had I ever imagined being undone
in a flash, all over, out of the blue
and then to realise this was all I really wanted
a tear-stained face, looking over my shoulder
to see where I had gone
I am held by something, undeniably
it's something I hold on to, desperately
it's something that I rest in, comfortably
Leendert & david
:: david 3:37 AM [+] ::
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