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From A "Friend"?
Posted by Scholastica Ees
on
Friday, October 03, 2008
in
bokeh,
dandelion,
dslr,
flower,
photography
This poem is wrote by one of my colleague..dedicated it to me. He claim that he created it himself but i find it too hard to believe. Why? because the words are far too creative and complicated to be create by someone like him.. hehe!. still dont believe u wrote it dude! Though.. look can be deceiving right?
Where the world has never seen The beauty that it knows It lies softly
where it goes
A meadow on the breeze Sun,
turn this grass from green to brown
The August sun so cruel Set fire to the rules And not falling
What are waiting for
Its time for you to rise Close my eyes and keep me safe from all I know
Till the life is dried and gone And the ghosts have all moved on
Dandelion are my favourite flower.. :)
Let me go...
Good Morning World!
In great despair..
The wind-blown dandelion's gift
....Crown....
And held it in the morning
In the meadow-grass...
Proud
Pale little Dandelion
dreams through dozing grasses creep
dull
On the green slopes paraded
Golden dandelion
Drawing beauty from the gloom
loom among the emerald grass
balmy spring awaketh
On the pale azure of the sky
At noon, when harvest colors die
The innocent white daisies blow
They shine in fields
To the mourner and sad lone
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Dandelion
Wind, pick up this dandelion flower Blow it far away from hereWhere the world has never seen The beauty that it knows It lies softly
where it goes
A meadow on the breeze Sun,
turn this grass from green to brown
The August sun so cruel Set fire to the rules And not falling
What are waiting for
Its time for you to rise Close my eyes and keep me safe from all I know
Till the life is dried and gone And the ghosts have all moved on
Dandelion are my favourite flower.. :)
Let me go...
Good Morning World!
In great despair..
The wind-blown dandelion's gift
....Crown....
And held it in the morning
In the meadow-grass...
Proud
Pale little Dandelion
dreams through dozing grasses creep
dull
On the green slopes paraded
Golden dandelion
Drawing beauty from the gloom
loom among the emerald grass
balmy spring awaketh
On the pale azure of the sky
At noon, when harvest colors die
The innocent white daisies blow
They shine in fields
To the mourner and sad lone
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