Let me tell the tale,
Of a girl who didn't stop,
Who climbed up every mountain,
Without a pause upon the top.
She'd dance until each blade of grass,
Was clothed in drops of dew,
And the sun knew her by name,
But the silver moon did too.
For a fear had settled in her bones,
A fear of sitting still,
That if you're not moving forward,
It must mean you never will.
So in time her dance got slower,
And she'd looked at all she'd seen,
But found gaps inside the places,
That sh'd never fully been.
For she was a human doing,
Human moving, human seeing,
But she'd never taken time,
To simply be a human being.
JE LEEST
Poems (English/Dutch)
SpiritualI might have erased your texts, But I will never forget what you wrote. We might have stopped talking, But I will never forget your voice. We might have stopped hugging, But I will never forget how you smell. Anything we did, I will never forget. F...
