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Rumbling in silence:
the memories.
The past is gone
the link is cut
my thoughts are hidden.
I could never tell you
in words what I felt
the beat of my heart.
I could never tell you
you're a part of my tears,
the quantity of my smile.
I can't drop your name away
because you're...
I will ask you...
but I don't find what I can tell you
The coils are ending.
I don't find the words,
the colours of my feelings.
Nothing is red, blue, yellow, black
or even white.
03-11-2008 om 00:46
geschreven door Gert Bourgeois 
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