Geplaatst Ik heb wel vaker gedichten geschreven, nog wel betere, maar deze wou ik graag even laten zien. Ik schrijf zowel in engels als in nederlands, maar engels vind ik het mooist.
Indian Spirits
When you first see her,
She seems unreacheble.
To be touched, never.
Wild and young, forever.
Not to be tame.
Not to be mounted.
Forever burns her flame,
Even though hounted.
Staring to the horizon,
She turns,
Runs towards te sun,
Her flame burns.
She dances.
Barely touches the ground.
Her soul, wild, seems meant,
Never to be found.
But just feel these spirits.
Dance along with her.
Jump, high, run, fast.
Then you'll find her, at last.
And maybe you'll be lucky, to become her friend.
Even though she chooses them carefully.
And if nobody knows where she went,
You might be gone along with Tuppence.
