Poem Daffodils par William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the montrer to me had brought:
For oft, when on my canapé I lie
In vacant ou in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my cœur, coeur with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the montrer to me had brought:
For oft, when on my canapé I lie
In vacant ou in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my cœur, coeur with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
In dropped smoky evening with countless fires burning flame which is torn blue cold dark. In small settlements rang sharp, hysterical scream.
Andjelija allocate the plates for dîner pack of children. The scream came from the left room, where a few moments Elvira just came to prepare the bed.
- What started the carnage.
She raised the gun he always wore them. In the middle of the room she noticed an Indian who was holding the hand Elvira Premrl fear. His face was punctured, distortion of smallpox...
Andjelija allocate the plates for dîner pack of children. The scream came from the left room, where a few moments Elvira just came to prepare the bed.
- What started the carnage.
She raised the gun he always wore them. In the middle of the room she noticed an Indian who was holding the hand Elvira Premrl fear. His face was punctured, distortion of smallpox...
It was like the wind beneath my wings
It was the light that shines bright through the dark
I was waiting for my knight
To come save me from this awful life
And now that he came
It all just faded away
After every lie he surrounded me with
Which made it difficulty for me to trust
He treated me like I have no feelings
It made this little scare grow bigger in my chest
So now in hurting, but he doesn't even know
I'm hopeless, useless and pointless
These are the things I turned into
After he left me hanging with this hole in my heart
So here I am now
Standing with a broken heart
Trying to live my life again
But no matter how many times I've tried
It just make me hate l’amour even more
How did it happen,what let it happen?
My feelings for toi are pure,but I don't know if toi feel the same way
I'm ready for it,us,I think
A part of me is scared of getting my cœur, coeur broken again par a person I trust
The other part wants toi plus than ever
But there is a problem,there ia also a nother
Who should I choose and who must I let go?
The question I have to ask myself now is "Who di I need to life and who can I life without?"
I'm unsure right-now,just tell me how toi feel,cause toi are driving me crazy
When I see toi pass
The blood that flows trough my body
I'll tell toi wats my hobby
a text full with red letters
I wish I could say somthing betters
The red shoe on my feet
Tells me that my l’amour for toi runs very deep
The color on my nails
Tells me that our l’amour will never fails
This is what I'm gonna say
And this is what I'm gonna pray:
That are l’amour remainstrue.
And that I never lose you.
Memories are not to be fergotten
But somtimes they get lost
Then toi need to find them
Memories are for toi to find
And for my to know
I may sound nosy,but....
Memories can be funny
If toi have one to sear
Send me a message
I'm wating........
Hope toi like it!!!
