The last gesture
Me and my friend were hicking
At the pace of our liking
Then suddenly a man appeared
His hands were shacking, his face scared.
We gave him water and bread
“My guardians” he said.
“A life is great
If you care for it
Or filled with hate
If you leave it.”
The man disappeared
With the chimes of a divine song
I discovered what I feared
My friend was gone
And I was filled with hatred.
posted by Stu... at 9:16 PM
5 Comments:
Spærm lurer på om detta er inspirert av bibelen (les: bibern)???
Haha..les bibærn isteden..eller no..HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Nå som jeg veit at du har skrivi det sjøl + at du "pisser på bibern" så var det jo et bra dikt.. Og som de fleste av oss veit, er bibærn en fin eventyrbok, så egently var det bare et kompliment!!! Ok gullars?? =D
Takk takk spæm! flott at du spammer blogge min... :P
HAHAHAHAHAHA=D Bare koselig du..=p Noen må jo skrive her.. Gjør det bare fordi..jeg er KUL=D
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