DEEP SILENCE....BYE
It was raining heavily Sky was becoming darker and darker Changing it's colour in different shades of grey They haven't talk for a long time But they both were standing together Under one umbrella May be the distance between them had increased The weather was cold The leaves were playing with the raindrops Time was flowing in his own way They were standing side by side Silence was becoming deeper and deeper They wanted to talk But they didn't utter a single word They were observing the silence The silence contained love,hatred,pain,ego and care The silence was too deep to describe Suddenly the silence broke out with a BYE BYE.... BYE...
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
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STELLA RAYMOND
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Коли я опинюся в твоєму полоні, це буде найсолодший кінець моєї історії. Це буде крапка на кар'єрі поета, ніяких почуттів вміщених на папері. Це буде найсолодший початок моєї любові – моє кохання ловитимеш у кожному слові, у кожному погляді, у кожному русі. Вірші не потрібні будуть, вони стануть безвкусні.
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