Tower

Poesie Noire


I felt like a fish...
a fish without water...
choking and suffocating in a dried up lake.

I felt like a tree...
a tree without roots...
crushed and blown away by the wind.

Now I'm the tower on the hill.
Forever loved and embraced by the sun and the wind.

But I'm growing now, I'm the ivy green.


Writer/s: Herman Gillis / Jo Casters / Marianne Valvekens

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