ProngsPotter
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What if you could fly? But for nothing the only thing that’ll rise is the sun, A payment has to be paid, if you don’t want so, go hide, or run. Do you want to fly, my dear? The payment, is your breath. If you stay for too long, the only answer, is death. Do you want to fly? It is surely possible, although you might not know. If you dive into the water, go on with the flow. The water is the air, The surface the sky, Up is down, below is high. Just that one little thing, One thing for me, I’ll only have it, for as long you stay in the sea. Come on my dear, Just try it out. Oh, and do me a small favor, if you’re too late, Don’t die too loud. |
Dit gedicht is eigenlijk geschreven voor POTM, met als thema ''Water'', maar ik vroeg me af of het jullie ook aan iets anders deed denken, dan dat thema, en als het jullie ergens anders aan doet denken, waarom daaraan? Hebben jullie ook nog gedichten waar jullie (onzeker maar ook) heel trots op zijn? |
Three words, large enough to tip the world. I remember you.
