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This poems (not written bởi me) are dedicared to my best Những người bạn who I missed very badly.

we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was forever.

when I was in danger
bạn knew how to ease my fear,
bạn were always there to be my savior.

at first we were strangers,
until we became closer,
and now we are together.

but time flows like a river.
it became complicated and faster,
until we realized that we're older.

and that is what is keeping us apart,
I was here,
and bạn were there.

but I know we still care,
but our friendship slowly fades in the air,
how can it be so unfair?.

can "our past" be also called "our future?"
because I don't want to surrender
the memories we've shared together.

Source: Used To Be Close Friends, Apart, Missing bạn Poem about Những người bạn link
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The tiger phoned the zebra
and invited him to dine.
He đã đưa ý kiến "If bạn could tham gia me
that would simply be divine."
The ngựa rằn, ngựa vằn đã đưa ý kiến "I thank you,
but respectfully decline.
I heard bạn ate the antelope;
he was a friend of mine."

On hearing this the tiger cried
"I must admit it's true!
I also ate the buffalo,
the loài đà mã ở nam mỹ, llama and the gnu.
And yes I ate the warthog,
the một giống nai, linh dương, gazelle and kangaroo,
but I could never eat a creature
beautiful as you.

"You see I have a secret
I'm embarrassed to confide:
I look on bạn with envy
and a modicum of pride.
Of all the creatures ever known,"
the tiger gently sighed,
"It seems we are the only two...
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posted by irena83
In this room of despair,
A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.

Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.

His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
đắng, cay đắng and sad
This man lives with demons
Of past.

I can see the pain that
Is painted on his face,
Silhouettes of past that
Play this âm nhạc of terror,
I see only darkness and despair
Inside the eyes of a sad man.
This sadness is mine too,
This poem is written bởi the curse of
The children who will never meet happiness,
This poem is a poem of a sad man,
A man who sees nothing but greys.
posted by babyjay
true Những người bạn are hard to come by...
yet when bạn catch them bạn feel like bạn can fly...
bạn trust them,
tình yêu them,
and talk of future...
bạn know that they will never lie...
and tiếp theo to them bạn stand side bởi side...
bạn tình yêu them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when bạn know your important...
that bạn know bạn have some one to comfort you...
bạn hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Những người bạn are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
THE DANCE OF DEATH

by: Charles Baudelaire

ARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves,
Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves
With all the careless and high-stepping grace,
And the extravagant courtesan's thin face.

Was slimmer waist e'er in a ball-room wooed?
Her floating robe, in royal amplitude,
Falls in deep folds around a dry foot, shod
With a bright flower-like shoe that gems the sod.

The swarms that hum about her collar-bones
As the lascivious streams caress the stones,
Conceal from every scornful jest that flies,
Her gloomy beauty; and her fathomless eyes

Are made of...
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