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rayn-a
15 yo
antalya
Turkey
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Posted on Saturday, 17 November 2007 at 5:46 AM
Edited on Friday, 23 November 2007 at 9:36 AM
A Special World
A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
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Posted on Friday, 23 November 2007 at 5:46 PM
Edited on Wednesday, 12 December 2007 at 11:01 AM
THE OLD MAN'S TEARS
Once upon a time I had watched a play somewhere
There was a curled old man in that play
Wearing ragged clothes
Having meaningless glance in his eyes
Being too old, having no energy left, and being deserted,
Left alone, having lived nothing
His tears had neither stopped nor finished
He had so much trouble that hadn't ever finished
Breathing was his profit, living was his only ambition
Having played the greatest tragedy in the world
On the life stage without curtains
He had passed on, do you have a clue?
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Posted on Monday, 18 February 2008 at 11:19 AM
LITTLE CHILD
With pearls in his eyes and pain in his heart
The little child is crying being lost in darkness
You mightn't have a house or parents
You mightn't have anybody, you might have been scorned
Whatever happens and happens
The time and the days will pass
One day might come and you might be consoled little child.
With pearls in his eyes and pain in his heart
The little child is crying being lost in darkness
You'd had various troubles making you get lost
Strangers had taken the little money you deserve
Whatever happens and happens
The time and the days will pass
One day might come and you might be consoled little child
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Posted on Monday, 18 February 2008 at 11:25 AM