High up at the azure sky
with thick soft white clouds
Yellow birds flying around
Butterflies fluttering on the grassy ground
On the peak of the hill
air as fresh as new
and wind came from the windmill
with the sweet sound of the falling dews
Inside the little cottage
She was baking sweet cakes
And I'm reading Anderson's fairy-tale
with a glass of sweet ale
Oh God , if I live there
just for a few days
I speak to thee, I pray
And my dream came true
5 comments:
how you sure you didn't take this poem from someone else? if u do, pls put the name of the original author under ur poem.
i just couldn't belive its ur writing. hahahaha
I'll tell you who's the real author... it's the one and the only.... ToM KiDDo!!!
hehe, it's my masterpiece ya know?
=)
ahh, i see.. let me intrepet then...
based on your masterpiece, you are such a dreamy character. nuff said. lol.
"And my dream came true"
somehow, i think that you're praying to God to give you death. and your dream came true, because you went to heaven. is that what you meant??
XD
heish...
ape kene ar dgn si chan nie...
nak dekat mampus ke wei...
ahakz...neway...credit to the author ar....
yea..i sometimes think of killing myself... :)hahaha
anyway, thx for ya all support :D
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