Post by lioness on Dec 3, 2006 0:54:45 GMT 1
(( et lille digt denne gang... elsker engelske overskrifter skrev denne her en dag... Blev selv rimelig stolt af den... Vil meget gerne høre hvad i synes))
Drops of red falling
in the clear ocean of blue
a white beach
shaping a hill
a face in the sky of glass
starring out
eyes floating with sorrow
catching a dying soul
papers flying down
and maybe with purpose
only a few of them gets wet
telling the tale of an unknown girl
the sharp edge of her mind
making the final cut
the wind's carring a whisper
"I'm nothing"
ther's silence
then from far away
a thunder shaking the world
but there's noone there to hear it...
Drops of red falling
in the clear ocean of blue
a white beach
shaping a hill
a face in the sky of glass
starring out
eyes floating with sorrow
catching a dying soul
papers flying down
and maybe with purpose
only a few of them gets wet
telling the tale of an unknown girl
the sharp edge of her mind
making the final cut
the wind's carring a whisper
"I'm nothing"
ther's silence
then from far away
a thunder shaking the world
but there's noone there to hear it...
