1. im actually only 13
2. i actually live in pg
3. zacrivalry is my first fanfic
4. my fav food is cheese
5. i have one brother
6. im EXTREMLEY clumsy
7. my best دوستوں are jojo, scotlyn, delphie, hannah, and nikki
8. i HATE مقبول people they sooooo prissy
9. i have braces the two colors i have are always red and purple
10. my fav of the two tallest is purple
11.my nickname at school is ic
12. i LOVE مچھلی and marine animals
13. i have straight A's
14. i think writing پرستار fiction is AWESOME
15. my fav iz pairings are zadr, datr, and sagr
(this is not to copy anyone یا anything i thought it might get my fanfic zacr some مزید views:)
2. i actually live in pg
3. zacrivalry is my first fanfic
4. my fav food is cheese
5. i have one brother
6. im EXTREMLEY clumsy
7. my best دوستوں are jojo, scotlyn, delphie, hannah, and nikki
8. i HATE مقبول people they sooooo prissy
9. i have braces the two colors i have are always red and purple
10. my fav of the two tallest is purple
11.my nickname at school is ic
12. i LOVE مچھلی and marine animals
13. i have straight A's
14. i think writing پرستار fiction is AWESOME
15. my fav iz pairings are zadr, datr, and sagr
(this is not to copy anyone یا anything i thought it might get my fanfic zacr some مزید views:)
I love the humble silence of this street,
embellished with quiet trees,
where no soul has ever gone by,
except that of the wind...
Clouds pause to look at the street
with their heavenly eyes,
and they can tell, سے طرف کی looking at the leaves
whether Fall یا Winter have settled their realm.
I love the humble silence of this street
embellished with quiet trees
along which I walked on so many Sundays
with my small grove of rememberences...
When I die, my friend, the best of me
will survive in this street:
the concealed rose of my regrets
and the roaming موسیقی of my dreams...
*NOTE: THIS POEM IS NOT MINE, THIS POEM BELONGS TO: Francisco Lopez Merino*
embellished with quiet trees,
where no soul has ever gone by,
except that of the wind...
Clouds pause to look at the street
with their heavenly eyes,
and they can tell, سے طرف کی looking at the leaves
whether Fall یا Winter have settled their realm.
I love the humble silence of this street
embellished with quiet trees
along which I walked on so many Sundays
with my small grove of rememberences...
When I die, my friend, the best of me
will survive in this street:
the concealed rose of my regrets
and the roaming موسیقی of my dreams...
*NOTE: THIS POEM IS NOT MINE, THIS POEM BELONGS TO: Francisco Lopez Merino*
