As blue the sky could seem to be
Green compared to the flower of me
Nonetheless a bright fountain of sand
Non of the pieces fitted her hand
A dessert it seems as Im writing right now
Wanting to love her, but dont know how
In this landscape all we need
A bridge for the two of us in order to meet
Feelings and senses strangled by thought
This dessert flower is more that I sought
05-12-2008, 00:00
Geschreven door Guido Palmans 
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