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volgende gedicht
vorige gedicht
volgende gedicht
Turning point
I would sing the flowers of their stalks
compel the stars and let them fall of the sky
to be your daily little comet
you,
who makes the morning worth wile
with friendly words
still in your robe
and sleep in your eyes
suddenly wiped away,
a turning-point
happiness so simple and pure
a wild rose on the window-sill
the wilting, dying in colours
it’s the wine out of the goblet
the blood that I drink
His body that I eat
how can He forget you
you were the sun
who lifted my burden
the love you gave
and never reclaimed
it’s a such a sin,
it’s an eternal shame.
© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
07/11/2014
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