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My light, My HopeI found a spark of hope dancing gaily above my head, way up above the rooftops.
I called it, willing it to come and guide me on my journey of life, for many things have been going wrong.
I feel a dimness in my mind, a wall blocking me from seeing my true path.
I silently grow weary, just waiting for something to change me, something to bring my hope back again.
Because when I was little, I had it, until it got stolen away.
And I had cried, but never have I stopped my search.
I will retrieve my hope, and it will help me forwards, towards the end of the road.
But as of yet I am still at the beginning.
Waiting for my heart to be released.
Waiting for the light of truth to shine over the world.
Heart of the OceanThe heart is an ocean.
And whether there are dolphins or sharks swimming through it,
it is still a heart.
Containing love, generosity, and kindness.
It's just your choice of what to do with it.
Sayings of Life P.S live fullyWhen you find comfort in your life,
that is when it becomes boring.
If you've lived without despair,
your soul has gained no wisdom.
Desire your true heart,
or else it might just fade away.
The Piano MelodyI look out at their faces
as they stare at the stage,
as they stare at me.
I can't see their eyes.
They are shrouded in darkness,
almost like a mask,
and their emotions are hidden.
But in the crowd,
I find a little girl
whose face shines out white,
and whose eyes sparkle with light.
And they cheer me on,
saying that no mistakes
will matter enough to cry.
My heart is beating loudly,
but I calmly sit down and start to play.
The Strategy of WarWith death comes rain, and after the war it poured. The water had soaked through my clothes but I didn't move, for I could barely feel the cold. I was staring at the field where the war had begun. Where once there were flowers as far as your eyes could see, now all you saw were bodies. Hundreds of bodies, men, women and children, were strewn on the ground. None moving. Most people would have said it was unseemly for a girl as young as me to look upon such a gruesome sight. But I wanted to take it all in, the smell, the sounds, the view. Because then I'd always remember where and when my father died.
No sirens wailed. No people screamed. Just dead silence.
I looked down at the pool of blood on the floor.
For some reason, I felt no emotions. No fear, no sorrow, no resentfulness. I didn't even want to alter what I'd done.
No!, I thought. You did it for a reason.
My mind closed off from any more thoughts, and I walked away into the cold night, leaving behind my memories.
To Be a Mother...To be a mother, your love must be tender and sweet.
To be a mother, your rules must be strict but kind.
To be a mother, you must trust your own plans.
Because mothers are the nicest things in the world.
And who could know anything, better than a mother?
A Mind Like My Mother'sThe wind is taking our souls away, and letting us fall down.
Down below the earth.
My mothers tears come pouring down, like a shower of spring,
like a shower of sorrow.
It makes me weep too, like the mourning.
I get kicked and punched at times, only to regain the truth.
My world and your world is one.
I lay on a cushion. Mud, no mud.
My wildest dreams have connected.
Creatures run over my body to make me rise up again.
Searing through the sky, I come with night.
My population is great and strong, my body weak.
I bloom forth through a wave. Undiscovered by time.
Sun bearing down upon me, I fall.
And I cry.
My mind like the blur of rain. Puffing the candle out.
My world, and your world, is one.
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