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The Door
Disappearing slowly
from all that went before
closure incomplete
cannot find the door
talk is precious
but lies lie deep
silence between words
defying peace in sleep
and nothing is forgotten
as Spring again draws nigh
feeling all the urges
take wings and fly
when promises written
with an empty pen
were made so feebly
recorded back then
make or break
the scene is in place
script written, etched
in your loving face
as I lose myself
in your sweet dreams
the door I seek
is you it seems...
feedback van andere lezers- Hoeselaar
Beste June hier heb jij jezelf overtroffen, hier gaat zoveel warmte en begrip vanuit dat ik het meteen bij mijn favorieten wil plaatsen
Willy killea: you are too generous with your fine feedback Willy, many thanks
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j - hettie35
Prachtig June,
groetjes Hettie killea: thank you Hettie
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j - Wee
I agree with Maurice!
x killea: thank you Wee
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j - jan
you can ring my bell;-)
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j
killea: ding dong!:)
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j - martine
mooie poezie
liefs
xxx killea: thank you Martine
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j - alie_jankind
onderweg naar jou, mooi gedicht
groet killea: thank you Alie
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j - ivo
nice job .... killea: thank you Ivo
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j
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