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Hope

door killea

Hope




The more things change
imperceptibly or dramatically
the more they stay the same
what once was truly real
treasured, unforsaken
becomes a twisted memory
believable dreams are lost
for what they're worth,
dissipated, blown by the winds
to farthest corners of the earth
until they return, disguised,
clothed in another hue
reaching higher altitude
everything begins anew
wheel of life turning,
the paradox of Pandora's jar
empty, but for hope

feedback van andere lezers

• andremoortgat
  In Nepal (2001)
  I found the wheel
  of life intensively turning..
  You describe it here as I felt it
  killea: thank you love, for your fine FB
  xx
  j
• dichtduvel
  The end sounds kinky, but I´m not sure, perhaps it´s only my twisted mind, j
  killea: perhaps, kinky, twist away, Jef
  xx
  j
• CHRIS
  y 'm sorry
  plaese forgive my
  tank you
  love you
  thes are the special words
  God gave to us all
  chris
  killea: Thank you Chris
  xx
  j
• lin
  Fraai klinkend gedicht Killea. Blijft er echt alleen hoop over? xxx lin
  killea: at least in Pandora's jar :) thank you lin
  xx
  j

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