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Each Other's Rescue but Mostly YoursThe shimmering dreams of my soul would lose itself
in the breeze, under a blue sky that
serenaded with honesty and radiated possibility.
That is when my eyes lit up, and I needed not wings to fly;
it was a summer that needed not shade.
But now here I stand in the pouring rain,
which is really no problem at all―
until you catch a cold.
My world collapsed, with me still in it.
Here I am,
reaching out to stars
that I know I can never hope to touch
unless I get my feet off the ground.
To someone who is like my breath of life,
I want to get my feet off the ground.
I never saw a shooting star until
the day you so warmly cared for me,
when there was no other time
I could have needed it more.
But what have I ever done for you?
I am tired of failing you.
I am tired that I cannot bring neither
the light of day
nor light of hope into your life.
You are so my autumn leaf!
You are my winter snow,
if only it snowed here.
I am just a dreamer to you,
but for you, I want to wake-up.
The Evergreen TreeI first saw you crying in the woods,
clinging to that evergreen tree.
Your tears fell, but reluctantly you stood,
and gazed around so fearfully.
I step out and I look at you.
You saw me hiding my curiosity.
I did not know what I should do,
yet you beckoned me towards that evergreen tree.
I stumble shyly upon my words,
as we sat beneath that evergreen tree.
You came from a realm of ladies and lords,
but you whispered to me your happy stories.
Knights and dragons and maidens afar,
and castles and dungeons, all lost in time;
I started to dream, my ballads unmarred,
and we spin our tales, caressing the rhymes.
Poems and limericks touch our tiny lips,
as we lay beneath the evergreen tree.
We see the silhouette of a far off ship,
gliding within that moonlit sea.
“The lost boys and Wendy and Peter Pan,”
I say with a smile, with an impish face.
I then tell you of that distant land,
and we laugh at them all, at their never changing ways.
My dreams capture your delicate mind,
as we t
I cannot understand why you are so mean and cruel with me. You’ve haunted me for so many nights and I always welcomed you like a good friend.
Then you became unfair and unkind to me, showing more and more anger – almost hatred toward me. Why? What have I done to deserve your hatred?
To read the rest, please click on the link. It is very short.
Walt's Princess: Chapter Twenty Five“Terrance, I’m a little nervous.” said Rachel.
“What’s to be nervous about, princess.” Terrance asked.
Terrance continued leading Princess Rachel through a hallway on the third floor of the castle. It was almost 6:15 p.m. and it was dark with the exception of a few torchlights hanging off the wall. He couldn’t stop admiring Rachel’s dress as well as her lovely face that is now covered with a little make-up. Luckily before he did that, he rushed back to his room to find the appropriate kind of make-up for the girl (there had been multiple times he used make-up for him and his friends on Halloween) and then pick up a small white box wrapped in green ribbon. He hid the small box in this jacket pocket before he got back. Now looking at Rachel with her make-up made the trip worthwhile.
“It’s about tonight.” Rachel replied.
“Rachel, you need not to worry about anything about the Princess Social.” said Terrance,