▪heartbreak▪
Wednesday, 3. June 2009, 06:02:52
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it would be very hard for me to put into words my feelings now... one night with my mama, we poured out our hearts... she was extremely sad, i could feel her heart was breaking into pieces as she was confiding with me, she didnt cry, but she talked to me with the sound that was so deep, i could hear the hint of sadness, i've locked all my feeling insides for a long time, maybe almost 2 years... mama, daddy, my siblings... all. then when i couldnt control it anymore, i burst into tears, i hug my mama tightly while i was sobbing out, last night was the first time of my life i cried on my mother's skirt. there's been a sharp knife keep cutting into my soul, my heart every second of every single day. i cant help crying whenever i think about my mom, my dad, but they're the tears which were inside of me, the silent tears. my parents are my love, my heart beat, my everything, how could i live happily while they crying in deep down their soul? it's just too hard to bear when u see ur people u love in pain and u can do nothing. THE DAY IS DONE The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes over me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poems, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavor; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet. The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away. |
so here are all the pics in my "banana" cellphone =)) there were 8 people, including me, but in these pics there are just some. i'll post other pics later 
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