a poem I made for a character of mine.
Skeeter the choosy girl who wants only the best
So she set all her Princes on a puzzling quest
'You must find me the bird
With invisible wings
The spear of a flower
The time-telling rings
And the bright and golden kingdom
Without any kings'
She sent the princes off down the long winding track
But none of them sadly ever came back
Skeeter took the crown from the shelf, کہا "if the task is so tricky, I'll try it myself
I'll تلاش for the bird
With invisible rings
The spear of a flower
The time telling rings
And the bright, golden kingdom
Without any kings"
She strolled around the lawns, and there appeared a plane gardener's son
she strolled the lawns with the plane gardener's son
They looked for her treasures and found every one
then he کہا "your puzzle is simple, the task is small
Smile as I count them all"
the egg of a songbird,
with no wings to see
The thorn of a rose bush
the rings of a tree
And the sweet golden comb
From the hive of a queen bee"
she met the boy, that she had loved all along
Yes its the plane gardener's boy, who was clever and strong
written سے طرف کی Anri Terblanche
Skeeter the choosy girl who wants only the best
So she set all her Princes on a puzzling quest
'You must find me the bird
With invisible wings
The spear of a flower
The time-telling rings
And the bright and golden kingdom
Without any kings'
She sent the princes off down the long winding track
But none of them sadly ever came back
Skeeter took the crown from the shelf, کہا "if the task is so tricky, I'll try it myself
I'll تلاش for the bird
With invisible rings
The spear of a flower
The time telling rings
And the bright, golden kingdom
Without any kings"
She strolled around the lawns, and there appeared a plane gardener's son
she strolled the lawns with the plane gardener's son
They looked for her treasures and found every one
then he کہا "your puzzle is simple, the task is small
Smile as I count them all"
the egg of a songbird,
with no wings to see
The thorn of a rose bush
the rings of a tree
And the sweet golden comb
From the hive of a queen bee"
she met the boy, that she had loved all along
Yes its the plane gardener's boy, who was clever and strong
written سے طرف کی Anri Terblanche
The song of the sparrow -chapter 2 (part 1)
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Ashia grabbed her bags as she headed to Alfea on Nokia's back. Nokia, as her dragon,was apart of her. If he shed a tear then she sheds a tear. Ashia held on tight.Nokia took flight and landed at Alfea safely. Ashia grabbed her bags and walked to Miss.Faragonda.She talks to Miss.Faragonda and goes to her room 43.
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Part1
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Ashia grabbed her bags as she headed to Alfea on Nokia's back. Nokia, as her dragon,was apart of her. If he shed a tear then she sheds a tear. Ashia held on tight.Nokia took flight and landed at Alfea safely. Ashia grabbed her bags and walked to Miss.Faragonda.She talks to Miss.Faragonda and goes to her room 43.
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Part1
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I smile, after being beaten senslessly سے طرف کی people I once loved.
I smile, when I'm locked outside in the rain for hours
I smile, when my boyfriend lies to me
I smile, as people laugh at me for being different
I smile, when my parents fight
I smile, when I'm called broken
I smile, when I cry
I smile, as people call me names even satan wouldn't dare to say
I smile, as my world crashes down on me
I smile, to hide the sharp pain biting my soul
I smile, for YOU.
Do آپ know what this means?
Do آپ know how it fells?
Who are آپ to to say these things?
For آپ don't know there story یا life,
آپ know nothing.
آپ know no pain,
For آپ are pain.
آپ know no hurt.
For آپ are hurt.
And who are آپ to say I am no one?
Because I am.
I am me
And nothing can change that...
Fierce & Love
Poem Girl
I smile, when I'm locked outside in the rain for hours
I smile, when my boyfriend lies to me
I smile, as people laugh at me for being different
I smile, when my parents fight
I smile, when I'm called broken
I smile, when I cry
I smile, as people call me names even satan wouldn't dare to say
I smile, as my world crashes down on me
I smile, to hide the sharp pain biting my soul
I smile, for YOU.
Do آپ know what this means?
Do آپ know how it fells?
Who are آپ to to say these things?
For آپ don't know there story یا life,
آپ know nothing.
آپ know no pain,
For آپ are pain.
آپ know no hurt.
For آپ are hurt.
And who are آپ to say I am no one?
Because I am.
I am me
And nothing can change that...
Fierce & Love
Poem Girl
Within the furthest reaches of the دل lies those desires whose name one dares no speak. So seductive, so intoxicating, so indulgent, our most private passions burn at the molten core of our being, luring us to the very highest of ecstasy to the depths of despair. Through the ages, the words impassioned lovers have transformed a virginal sheet of paper into a sanctuary for a restless heart. Each of the pages in this journal awaits the expression of your own desires- Unedited, Undiluted, Uninhibited.... Abandon yourself....
~IF آپ DARE~
~IF آپ DARE~