Hierdie gedig het iemand baie spesiaal, 'n jongmens baie naby aan my hart vir my gestuur. Hy kon nooit vir my in woorde verduidelik hoe hy voel nie. Hy't my altyd net gesê dat ek nie verstaan nie...
Hy vertel my dat hierdie gedig nou presies verduidelik hoe hy voel!!
Ek deel dit met julle, dit is so 'n mooi gedig!
| Where the Spirit Soars! |
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| sitting quietly in one corner of the room I seem like a boring person people come, people go all look at me with the same stare |
| oh, look at him! wasting his time doing nothing what a boring person! some say you should be active and outgoing! say others |
| listening patiently to everyone I give them all a wry smile and continue sitting quietly in the corner |
| opening up to only those i believe shutting myself to the rest I keep a lookout for the one |
| I keep a lookout for the one to set me free from this human prison I find myself in |
| I find myself day after day watching the horizon for the one to appear |
| I think i see the one get up from my corner make my way closer only to find the one receding further away from me |
| like a lizard in the ceiling patiently waiting for the fly to come near I patiently wait in the corner for the one to come near me |
| with my energy sapped away from the previous search I sit down seeking solace and refuge in the dark corner |
| to the human eye, in the dark corner I sit down wasting time in the eye of the beholder I am searching to find the place Where The Spirit Soars And the heart finds a home! |