what in name of what
past taking leave
all for name mention
fallen over rename
lost intention
you name it Yes you
taking away what should
have
been
inside your mind
do people mind
decay undertone
she did get away from the bullets
running into a field away further away
into mist to hide from bullets
she made it
they came out not knowing
I cycled on laughing out really LOUD
Roos Boekjes
Cotton Wool Silence
still talk under beech leafs
above needle trace
tale away
cup holding lost torments
taunted perception
under rusted feet
frail away
scream torned hunter
acorns out her beak
sworn under
sail away
black manes follow
thunderstorm frase
ler her paws be stained as
wished away
bold amber ways
crossing
trail string lane
bold amber ways
slow discovery
what lays underneath
hangover maroon
from yesterday fairy trail
whatever it has been it is no more
hangover maroon
shouts out
what you want to say
blues over grey
listening to crisper leafs
seeing linger foliole
blues over grey
shall we stay or should we go
do you know
Just a perfect day
discovering new tracks
cross country
never alone
yet
perfectly still
to reload the battery
and
yes bighorn came across
with all the family
stained glass window
showed her  strange effects
making darkness shine
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it al became right
inside likability
turning behind display
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she won’t be cast of
electric catch
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while walking the spiral
somebody
concentrate not on feet
taking away
wings
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riding into morning mist to find GOSSAMER without reason
going for red bark
seeing red mist covering every small open field
small clearing in woods
leaving an amazing trail of subtle fine lines
passing this vision would be squander
time will be time taking time makes time
line from a song comes by
having the time of my life
yet this time comes every year again and again
last year i wrote this one
knowingingly next year we see it again and again
first time was 2003 on my old field now
my eyes are open for Gossamer
time after time
autum ligth makes colours come out like nothing else
filtering through sligth green leafs hitting faded leafs on the edge
nobody else around to shout as human engines have not started
perfect time as silence makes you hear the wind wistle in your ears
while going down hills no music can rival it not even close
pure sadisfaction inside a landscape
words flow yet no pencil
old time made words pass out like
orange monster Gossamer in Looney Tunes
delicate lines of transient time
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sEEd
even niets
silence in your ears
concept in your mind
seed trapped green
purpose ZOMAAR
under that one, on top this one
surrounded by your spot your vision
alone
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like a spider inner web
observation
hovering Dentante
wind blows single shout
tetering under clouds
still tentacle
all is FINE within silence mind
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it has been a while but have reach my space in a certain way
I am living away from major cities close to several national parks
Meeting myself again
i only need to cycle 10 minutes and i am in a forest and when going the other direction it is even faster, say 7 minutes and trees surround me and my bike and best of all nooooo cars
Yep surrounded by forests and as you can see on ‘found it’ heather and even some small hills.
Perhaps you missed me, maybe not, but, i missed myself and so glad to have found her again.
WATERLINE
HERE IS YOUR FREEDOM AT HORIZON
SUNKEN FEELINGS FLOATING BY
UPSIDE DOWN DOWNSIDE UP
RED EYES IN THIS PLACE BY HORIZON
pure
neat
start of A dAy
Roos Zwart 