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Written in the night on leaving for Moskow
I remember the last day
I was going to Russia
But the feelings went another way
Back to Virgin Masha
The friendship is here
Just in the Belfort
Room up there
On the second floor
I remember William and Stijn
Who were in the poetry group
They have done a lot of things
To make my soul less rude
The fellowship of poetry
Will be in my heart
Jan, Vital and Olivier
Made me think hard
And also Mr Delbaere
Who has done a lot
For Russian bear
Not to feel alone
But I shall also miss
My friend the Principal
Who inspired me with his silence
So time is getting up
Only one thing is wanting to be said
Brugge - be the best
Viva Brugge!
Sebastian 5.05.02
Point of inspiration
At last
I lost my point of inspiration
And now
I just have useless possessions.
But what it was
This "corner of fame."
Was it "Joy
Or was it Sin".
Or was it just
A nacked girl
Which was lying
In empty soul.
She was getting up
And brushed her hair
And it make me think,
I really swear.
Or was it just a dream
Of having a rest in peace
But nobody believe if I say:
It was a kiss.
Oh yes, a kiss...
That gives a life to dead
And takes it from
The land - the biggest mess
But if you think good,
You'll know it was
A good one,
A friend of yours.
He wasn't tall
He wasn't fat
He was alright
He wasn't bad
But one thing is known
He forgets me
And what is now
I lost a rope
(my point of inspiration).
Sebastian
Waiting the letters from you, Friends...
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