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Every end at end
Surrounding interest to dying,
will to escape instead. This angel*s stiff wings gave up flying, Cleared the power to spread I heard, what*s been talked in the future, Grotesque mirrors, but no reflection. Fest to the great warriors who died, Weren*t you just trapped in their polution? They spoke in whispering language, Could harldy understand. But what was sayd, punched my soul. In apocalypse we all would strand... ...and end. Where these angels gave up, The words move but stuck, Believed no more faith, became the devil*s bate. soon or sooner we*ll all die... |
[i]Als hetgeen verteld werd in dit gedicht net zo mooi was als het gedicht zelf...zou ik het graag meemaken![i]
Vooral zo doorgaan http://forum.scholieren.com/smile.gif Errug mooi geschreven weer, vooral de laatste strofe. Kuzz |
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tenk joe |
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Als het nu nog nie duidelijk is... dawas ik |
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