17-12-04

gedichtje uit mijn verleden

waving stripes of smoke,
an intens smell of mint,
and I start to think.
Thinking about past, present & future.
Learning from the past,
being the present,
but all the questions about the future
stay unanswered,
untill they become present.
And than new questions rise
like waving stripes of smoke
17/05/04

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