An Angel Is Born

by Max Krakers   Jan 12, 2009


The closest companions,
Are friends that can't speak.
Silent and watchful,
Each other they seek.

But each time they meet,
Their souls will collide.
For in one another,
Their voices reside.

In time their souls bonded,
Their minds were as one.
Now lost to each other,
As friendship has gone.

Our friendship was served,
Ending in a crash.
Your soul which has saved me,
Appeared in a flash.

A sudden compression,
Noises all around.
Dazed but still living,
I lay on the ground.

You saved my live,
But paid with your own.
And made me remember,
How angels are born.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Ingrid

    You saved my life
    not paid with your own < not instead of nut?

    Wederom een heel mooi gedicht...
    Onbegrijpelijk dat je zo weinig respons hebt, joh! Misschien iets meer rrc doen bij andersmans werk?

    Mooi gedicht!

    5/5 Ingrid

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