Aan Stories

As the green grasses Yes Like the meadow As the blue sky Or Like the twinkling stars Everything should be auspious As the music from strings Or Like drops of Rains As canary Or Like a nightingale Every should be melodious As the earth and the sky But not like the horizon As the swan Yes Like those beautiful condor I wished to be only yours Over years I wanted u to be just mine So I became your bride as cloud nine Or only your comely I got you and became we but you never fell for me Tears never stopped I became insane in your words I still await to be dated I still await to be your signora

Kort gedichtje. (:

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Er zijn drie meiden op het strand maar er is een man die hun stalkt maar dat weten meiden niet dus die drie meiden woorden mee genomen en worden wakker in een bepaalde ruimte.