Pure.
The first time I saw her.
Floathing.
Moving in limited space.
Seconds.
Time did not move.
Glimps.
End then it was over.
Waiting.
To breath air.
Desire.
To see you again.
Monday, January 30, 2012
30/1/12
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Life stories and poems. Mostly in Dutch :-)
Pure.
The first time I saw her.
Floathing.
Moving in limited space.
Seconds.
Time did not move.
Glimps.
End then it was over.
Waiting.
To breath air.
Desire.
To see you again.