Tuesday, July 21, 2009
A HAPPY STORY
There was a little boy who's first love as a young girl in a picture which he found and picked from the street... As time went by, he got married,but still kept it...One day the wife found it and asked "where did you get this?"...The man said "i kept that since i was a child, why?...The girl replied "i lost this picture when i was nine years old...
The shooting star
THE BOY SEES A SHOOTING STAR IN THE SKY
boy: please let her be happy for the rest of her life.
angel: give me a good reason why you wish for the happiness of the girl you love?
boy: you already said the reason it is becaus i love her.
angel: why don't you just wish or her love?
boy: because i don't want to receive her love...from a wish
boy: please let her be happy for the rest of her life.
angel: give me a good reason why you wish for the happiness of the girl you love?
boy: you already said the reason it is becaus i love her.
angel: why don't you just wish or her love?
boy: because i don't want to receive her love...from a wish
A tragic moment
a few years ago in a province a mother and a child were left alone on aranch. The father had gone away. A rattlesnake bit the mother. she tried to get help,but was far distant from the nearest human being. What could she do? She saw she was going to die and that the children would starve,as the father would not return for a week. She killed her baby and her self.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Will there be any stars for me?
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
My first poem
ON A COLD SEPTEMBER NIGHT
WHEN THE RIVER BEGUN TO RISE
MOONBEAM WAS IN A SAD PLIGHT
MY SOUL LOSES ITS MIGHT
WHEN THE RIVER BEGUN TO RISE
MOONBEAM WAS IN A SAD PLIGHT
MY SOUL LOSES ITS MIGHT
NORTH WIND CAME BLOWIN'
MY TEARS KEEP ON FROM FALLIN'
MIDNIGHT BELLS ARE RINGIN,
SEEMS LIKE DEATHBEDS ARE COMIN'
HOW LONG SHALL I STAND?
TO WALK ALONG MOURNING LAND
LONG TO HOLD YOU AGAIN WITH MY HAND
AND SING LOVESONGS UNDER THE SUN
OH, GOD OF HEAVEN LAND AND SEA
TAKE AWAY HER MEMORY AFAR FROM ME
CAUSE IT'S HARD FOR ME TO SEE
THAT HER HEART DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.
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