Elvira Groenendijk Poems

An old man standing at the door of the old house he knows
Through the ripped and filthy curtains the wind softly blows
With careful steps he walks through the old and darkened hall
And remembers endless stories of a time he can't recall
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I close my eyes and i still see you
picking flowers on the heath
wishing one day i could be you
the beautifull stories you have bequeath
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Whenever you feel like you don't belong
Just watch the stars that have been there all along.
In the great universe on a planet so small
And you are here watching them all
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he flies out of the mountain woken from his sleep
while the lonely mother starts to weep
while her son in her arms dies
over hills and mountains the dragon flies
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If we could ask God to turn the hourglass
so we could live free before our time is pass
just turn the hourglass before the time has come
‘for all love has died and nothing can be done
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far into the mystic wood
where light can do the dark no good
where sunlight struggels to touch the ground
and birds songs echoes in the lost sound
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a dream lost in time and part from space
the thoughts that hide behind every empty face
a desire never dared to be spoken
you would wish never to be woken
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and now he stands there, facing death
prepared to fight 'till his last breath
to gives his all to win this war
knowing that he'd come so far
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