mo, 27 grudnia 2011
I saw the mirrors with silver water,
and immediately, I thought:
I couldn’t do it. I can’t climb it.
There must be another way up.
I tried to tell the Chief of the Mist
about my fear of heights.
He shouted and yelled,
I turned and squirmed.
This was soon to become a fight.
Jaguar came to help me
But it only made things worse.
The Indians came over me threateningly.
My head was about to burst.
Jaguar took out his magical ,
To play a magical song.
When the Indians calmed down,
To the mystical sound,
Jaguar taught me to be strong.
mo, 27 grudnia 2011
Thinking about the times we had,
Under the Sakura tree;
Listening to the wind blow,
Next to the clear blue stream.
The birds would soar,
And the fish would leap;
And as we grew,
Our love became deep
Under the Sakura tree.
mo, 26 grudnia 2011
A world without you,
Is a world without light,
A world without hope,
A world without sight.
A world without you,
Is a world of living hell,
A world where life won't matter,
A world I wouldn't care to dwell.
A world without you,
Is a world full of terror,
A world lacking you,
Would be its biggest error.
mo, 26 grudnia 2011
Would you believe
this little tale I’ll tell
About two friends
Who tripped over and fell
Oh they fell hard
these two friends
and with each other
they restored amends
They loved each other
and they couldn’t deny
How when one felt sad
the other would cry
And with each other
they were never alone
This is a tale of two friends
whose hearts began to roam
mo, 26 grudnia 2011
I love to burn the tongues of children
with the flaming taste of Tabasco sauce.
Trust me when I say “I’m not a villain”,
though it’s hard to get that point across.
I may be old, but my memory’s sharp.
Better than yours, I’m sure.
I may sound mean, but I have a good heart.
Please, rest assured.
I love to write and explore the world.
There’s nothing like adventure.
Imagine all the stories unfurl.
I can't resist the danger.
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