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Janet, queen of me


Dikt som læreren mente jeg ikke hadde skrevet..
Sjanger:DiktLastet opp:20.03.2012
Språkform:BokmålForfatter:Anonym
Tema:Kjærlighet


Your hair shining in the fiery sun,
I see you suddenly appear from the depths of the woods.
A light in the dark, and a hope in my mind,
Your feet traveling with haste over the broken leaves,
Hands of silk, touching my own.
Running over akers of roses,
highlighting your body, your mind and soul.
I loved you beutiful, we shal always be.

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