This short poem was a school project of which I had also created a painting. Imagine: filthy, old, worn hands folded around a mysterious source of white light, peeking through openings between the fingers. An interpretation of beauty.
Inner beauty or The Essence
All I have to offer you
Are hands full of light
And that’s all
Dutch version:
Innerlijke Schoonheid of De Essentie
Wat ik je te bieden heb
Zijn handen vol licht
En dat is het
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Insanely Random Poems (Dutch version: Ziek Willekeurige gedichten)
PoésiePoems that i have gone and done, or something. They're quite good actually. Only click 'start reading' if you have an open mind (or a twisted one, or both, up to you to decide). I'm also curious about what readers think of my points of view regardin...
