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Love
Jan 27, 2006 11:28:00 GMT -5
Post by eniisa on Jan 27, 2006 11:28:00 GMT -5
Yet another year has passed and I've grown nothing but older.
The nightingale sings because it feels the splendor of spring is too short. I too sing not for spring but for life. Like a weed in a field I have spent these last few years of my life. And then, along came a harsh winter that made me numb and empty.
Fragments of light I saw when the winter passed and the sky and earth once again filled with youth as the friendly warmth of the sun gazes down at me, the way mother gazes down at her child; and that was the day that I will not forget as I blossomed the way a flower blossoms to show off its beauty, the way a butterfly's wings kissed my lips, the way I love him.
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Love
Jan 28, 2006 13:40:42 GMT -5
Post by eniisa on Jan 28, 2006 13:40:42 GMT -5
Aww, that's so sweet ... *tries to think of useful critique* ^^ Should this maybe be 'a mother'? xD Yes.. I didnt write it on the computer so I make alot of mistakes when I do that.. and I dont like Word's spell check cause it checks spelling not grammar lol xD I'll fix it =] Edit: Do you think I used too many smilies?
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