Chapter 2: Mother's love
Her blue eyes, bright and full of hope glow in
the darkness of broken dreams.
Gwenny was her name.
Hope that is left among these dreams that lived in Jack's eyes.
Father's دل was full, though.
Life of whom he dreamed now begins to fade,
though dreams still live within.
Captured inside, locked up and condemned to oblivion.
Dana, mother, happy and peaceful takes her
baby, embracing her gentle and cuddling.
Mother's دل was full.
Gwenny was beautiful baby, her skin was so soft and white, eyes so bright.
Baby was peaceful when her mother was near.
Mother's love has always been the strongest one.
The both parents were happy, enjoying in every smile that Gwenny gave.
Nights were long, though.
Past days, dreams that seem to be so distant
and impossible torture Jack's mind.
Life he lives is not the life he dreamed of.
Regardless of all that, he was happy, but not peaceful.
In the room he is, sounds are noisy, as if the walls whisper, as if the wind talks.
But, the melody of wind itself is not like a lullaby, it's مزید like restless thoughts that circle
around the head.
Nights were cruel, sleepless.
Only thoughts were awoken, everything else was quiet.
Her blue eyes, bright and full of hope glow in
the darkness of broken dreams.
Gwenny was her name.
Hope that is left among these dreams that lived in Jack's eyes.
Father's دل was full, though.
Life of whom he dreamed now begins to fade,
though dreams still live within.
Captured inside, locked up and condemned to oblivion.
Dana, mother, happy and peaceful takes her
baby, embracing her gentle and cuddling.
Mother's دل was full.
Gwenny was beautiful baby, her skin was so soft and white, eyes so bright.
Baby was peaceful when her mother was near.
Mother's love has always been the strongest one.
The both parents were happy, enjoying in every smile that Gwenny gave.
Nights were long, though.
Past days, dreams that seem to be so distant
and impossible torture Jack's mind.
Life he lives is not the life he dreamed of.
Regardless of all that, he was happy, but not peaceful.
In the room he is, sounds are noisy, as if the walls whisper, as if the wind talks.
But, the melody of wind itself is not like a lullaby, it's مزید like restless thoughts that circle
around the head.
Nights were cruel, sleepless.
Only thoughts were awoken, everything else was quiet.
I just really like this picture, no special connection to the story. haha
Never did I think that the person I was to face would be the beginning of a war I never wanted to get involved in.
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what آپ think of it, please?
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Have آپ felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until آپ burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! آپ will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have آپ felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until آپ burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! آپ will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
You may think that vampires are the most godly creatures on earth, but it takes more than just a bite to be beautiful.
But I guess this is the price for not agreeing with a vampire.
"Do you see the "Game Over"sign?
