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 Wysłany: Sob 15:30, 26 Mar 2011 Temat postu: Palm of the sun |
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matter how deep the shadow of my heart, I believe there will always be a bunch in a corner of the sun, has been shining.
think of vague childhood memories, Yun-blue clouds floating in the sky, looking at the rise of the sun slanting, though dazzling, but always infatuated with it to face the warm feeling. Many times on the way there innocently pestle, until my father pat head, he gets hand, only reluctantly to go home, then you will hear my mother's nagging, no verbal communication [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and only each other to pass the eyes tenderness. At that time I do not know, what kind of tender feelings have only vaguely felt the same kind of feelings have the power of the sun.
I know that home is always a safe haven, whether I make mistakes, injuries, she would give me the most strength, let me see the light. When the sun blocked by clouds, when the night is lost quiet serenity, and when I burst into tears and looked up that little face looking over stolen when standing in front of them. Found only here and it did not hurt, there is no divergence, only the love and care of the haunting. Recalling his childhood, there is always the memory of the taste of sweet floating in the air, take a deep breath there will be a feeling of happiness began to spread, mouth will rise unconsciously.
my quest for strong, not by the double wing, Embrace is not a place to stay, even if the rain soaked wings, I have to fly. It is fifteen years old whims, there was also decided to go into practice, efforts to break their arms. Because I think I'm strong enough, so be careful broke away their arms, I believe they can bring bags to the homeless. As everyone knows, how the power of solo, but I was too immature. When read it all the time to become ghost, hearts full of sadness, helplessness and loss. Away from them, my world mess moment of the infinite loneliness hit me. . . . . .
suddenly found happiness in a very long time ago, I can only use memory narrative had thoughts and feelings. May be due to the passage of time, his wayward, the feeling of happiness have become increasingly blurred. So, I began to doubt myself, doubt happy, whether I'm just weak, or just afraid of loneliness. If happiness is just kind of not feeling lonely, I chose to return to their side count as well.
I know in my heart the deepest heart of my parents, the most meaningful of care, every rainy, want to know the distance they please? Over the phone they are clearly visible figure [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], loving father, gentle mother, tells her daughter warm thoughts and worries. Eyes full of tears that carry a lot of feelings for a bit tired of all this, I can feel. At this point, I had tears, but stubborn mouth rose, raised his head and let it fall indiscriminately.
They are my life the sun, give me the warm power, when the dream in the distance, they would wait for me, no matter how long, they are my sun, evaporation of the loss, dug the soil, plant hope. To leave home now, watching their eyes trying not to cry, flashing light, I will be strong, I will try to live a beautiful, always obsessed with their smiling faces, saying let me go to break, I hope they hold the sun in the palm of the hand, so I have wings, fly brave.
efforts to fly forward, no matter how tired it does not matter. Because they are my strength to carry, even if not the world be chaos flustered, with a firm smile to greet the sunrise every day. They love the sun in my palm, a kind of stability and strength, is particularly bright in the dark, they always know my strength, will give my best to rely on, maybe my hands grip the sun, or just like the moon [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but they all love for me with the warmest light projection.
the place I love because I love mom and dad are there, they are my own sun.
(Editor: Juelian Red)
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