there was only that single moment,
the smell of creaking leather
and you, ascending the black, powerful horse
that couldn’t hardly wait
to carry you out in the world behind
You never have made me a promise like this
Elise G. lengkeek
there was only that single moment,
the smell of creaking leather
and you, ascending the black, powerful horse
that couldn’t hardly wait
to carry you out in the world behind
You never have made me a promise like this
Elise G. lengkeek
Zelfs in de Engelse taal weet jij je weg met woorden. Ik ben een liefhebber van de Engelse taal en dus omarm ik dit gedicht.