Poetry

                       Words created by my nephew, Ard van Tilborg. 
City of Atica

Carefully hidden from society
it's towers rise up tall
this place is meant to be
this city will never fall

Not a single road leads to it
it's secluded from civilization
and if you romance it a bit
it's the perfect location

How would it be, up there
Looking down on wasteland
Would you even care
To just jump down, and never land

Maybe the city is empty
yet full of fascination
If only we could see
the origin of this sensation

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  the spirit is sealed within

 
words created by me

Madre

The forest at the end of the world
where i was born and where i now die
I thank you for giving me life and i watch you, watching me die.
Goodbye mi madre, as i slowly walk to the end
No looking back, my time has come
She awaits and i follow
O madre, such a beatiful death
The last thing i see is the beauty of your smile
Mi madre as i slowly feel death
Mi madre as i slowly feel regret
Words for a life that ends
Mi madre
Mi madre
I die