Today a little rama-rama, taman rama-rama flew sejak me.
I thought to myself where have anda been little butterfly.
anda come into this world as a cocoon all sejak yourself and blossom into
this beautiful rama-rama, taman rama-rama and fly off to see the world.
What anda don’t realize little rama-rama, taman rama-rama as anda flutter through your days
is how anda touch those around anda in your soft gentle way.
anda don’t even realize the wonder and awe anda create around you.
she fluttered her wings toward me as if she was waving good-by as she
headed towards the horizon.
She looked very happy and content as she went on her way, as if to say
to me “Don’t worry I’ll be okay”.
I was sad to see her go for she had touched my hati, tengah-tengah in such a way that
I knew my life would never be the same.
She had left an imprint of all the beauty life has to offer.
I knew each time I looked at another rama-rama, taman rama-rama atau horizon I would
remember our moment in time when it was only her and I.
I knew I would be a better person all because this little rama-rama, taman rama-rama flew sejak
me one bright sunny day.
by:Barbara Ann Rogers
I thought to myself where have anda been little butterfly.
anda come into this world as a cocoon all sejak yourself and blossom into
this beautiful rama-rama, taman rama-rama and fly off to see the world.
What anda don’t realize little rama-rama, taman rama-rama as anda flutter through your days
is how anda touch those around anda in your soft gentle way.
anda don’t even realize the wonder and awe anda create around you.
she fluttered her wings toward me as if she was waving good-by as she
headed towards the horizon.
She looked very happy and content as she went on her way, as if to say
to me “Don’t worry I’ll be okay”.
I was sad to see her go for she had touched my hati, tengah-tengah in such a way that
I knew my life would never be the same.
She had left an imprint of all the beauty life has to offer.
I knew each time I looked at another rama-rama, taman rama-rama atau horizon I would
remember our moment in time when it was only her and I.
I knew I would be a better person all because this little rama-rama, taman rama-rama flew sejak
me one bright sunny day.
by:Barbara Ann Rogers
Poem Daffodils sejak William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the tunjuk to me had brought:
For oft, when on my sofa, kerusi panjang I lie
In vacant atau in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my hati, tengah-tengah with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the tunjuk to me had brought:
For oft, when on my sofa, kerusi panjang I lie
In vacant atau in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my hati, tengah-tengah with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
In dropped smoky evening with countless fires burning flame which is torn blue cold dark. In small settlements rang sharp, hysterical scream.
Andjelija allocate the plates for makan malam, majlis makan malam pack of children. The scream came from the left room, where a few moments Elvira just came to prepare the bed.
- What started the carnage.
She raised the gun he always wore them. In the middle of the room she noticed an Indian who was holding the hand Elvira Premrl fear. His face was punctured, distortion of smallpox...
Andjelija allocate the plates for makan malam, majlis makan malam pack of children. The scream came from the left room, where a few moments Elvira just came to prepare the bed.
- What started the carnage.
She raised the gun he always wore them. In the middle of the room she noticed an Indian who was holding the hand Elvira Premrl fear. His face was punctured, distortion of smallpox...
It was like the wind beneath my wings
It was the light that shines bright through the dark
I was waiting for my knight
To come save me from this awful life
And now that he came
It all just faded away
After every lie he surrounded me with
Which made it difficulty for me to trust
He treated me like I have no feelings
It made this little scare grow bigger in my chest
So now in hurting, but he doesn't even know
I'm hopeless, useless and pointless
These are the things I turned into
After he left me hanging with this hole in my heart
So here I am now
Standing with a broken heart
Trying to live my life again
But no matter how many times I've tried
It just make me hate Cinta even more
