Poem Daffodils 의해 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 show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my 침상, 소파 I lie
In vacant 또는 in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my 심장 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 show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my 침상, 소파 I lie
In vacant 또는 in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my 심장 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 공식 만찬, 저녁 식사 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 공식 만찬, 저녁 식사 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 사랑 even more
How did it happen,what let it happen?
My feelings for 당신 are pure,but I don't know if 당신 feel the same way
I'm ready for it,us,I think
A part of me is scared of getting my 심장 broken again 의해 a person I trust
The other part wants 당신 더 많이 than ever
But there is a problem,there ia also a nother
Who should I choose and who must I let go?
The 질문 I have to ask myself now is "Who di I need to life and who can I life without?"
I'm unsure right-now,just tell me how 당신 feel,cause 당신 are driving me crazy
When I see 당신 pass
The blood that flows trough my body
I'll tell 당신 wats my hobby
a text full with red letters
I wish I could say somthing betters
The red shoe on my feet
Tells me that my 사랑 for 당신 runs very deep
The color on my nails
Tells me that our 사랑 will never fails
This is what I'm gonna say
And this is what I'm gonna pray:
That are 사랑 remainstrue.
And that I never lose you.
Memories are not to be fergotten
But somtimes they get lost
Then 당신 need to find them
Memories are for 당신 to find
And for my to know
I may sound nosy,but....
Memories can be funny
If 당신 have one to sear
Send me a message
I'm wating........
Hope 당신 like it!!!
