Discussion in 'Poetry and Lyrics Forum' started by rechts_234, Apr 30, 2005.

  1. rechts_234

    rechts_234 New Member


    When the world was slow
    And there was time
    I was a snail
    And there was a shell

    Leaping thru clouds
    Full of clear waters
    And songs of blue
    Shining from

    We lost the shell
    But it didn't matter
    The songs from clouds
    Kept us happy

    But now
    The songs sound
    Very strange indeed
    And as if new

    And now, again
    Which is slow
    And what is time?
    We are to look for

    Shaky and yet soft
    The hasty road
    I was the shell
    And thus the snail
  2. zoomingrocket

    zoomingrocket TeChNiCaL AdMiNiStRaToR

    Beautiful poem...

    Good imagination to be a SNAIL!
    Keep it up!


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