The Story of a Honey Bee

21.09.2017 г., 21:38 ч. 2017-09-23T14:44:42+03:00

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In the spring from the top to the heel
I was fond of a daffodil.
Its beauty meant the world to me
It was all my eyes could see.

In the summer I flew with some sparrows
And Eros shot me often with its arrows
Their charming noise tickled my ear
It was all I wished to hear.

In the autumn I found a tree
It is out there only for me.
It keeps me save from thunder and lightings
It is grounded, loyal and mighty.

It gives me warmth, it gives me strength
It is with me until the end.
My gratitude is so immense
in all my soul and all my sense.

For many different reasons
One changes one's choice in the seasons.
It's much more important to know
Who wouldn't leave you in the snow.

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Моля, влезте с профила си, за да може да коментирате и гласувате.

streptococcus (Таня Гулериа)

2017-09-23T14:44:14+03:00

Благодаря по-трудно но си заслужава да те разбират повече хора.
valya_official (Valya Тodorova)

2017-09-22T08:30:56+03:00

Аплодисменти за опита да пишеш на чужд език. Хубаво е!