The Lost Earth
Earth, It has lost it's realness. It has lost it's beauty. Remember the time, When the animals used to roam about freely? Remember the time, when humans hadn't come into existence? Remember the time, when birds used fly freely in the open and pollution free sky? Remember the time, When clean and garbage-free rivers Used to flow upon the Earth's breast? I know that Animals roam still today, but around their territory. I know that birds still fly today, but In a black sky. I know that Fishes still swim and rivers still flow today, but The fishes swim in a dirty river. It has become a world, Where the ray of nature's happiness, or The sunlight of hope Cannot penetrate. And we, the humans are the cause, for all these.. Can we ever get back the Earth we had?..... **************
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STELLA RAYMOND
@HAZEL GRACE thank you. 💕❤️
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@STELLA RAYMOND Welkisssss💗....
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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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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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