|my life is full of melody and rhythm of music... music is my world...I love music not just because I love music..but I have no option except loving it|
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as ’t were, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom
I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand
I do not see why I should e’er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear
They would not find me changed from him they knew—
Only more sure of all I thought was true
It's snowing everywere
christmas bells are ringing
santa claus bringing lots of gifts and joy
prayers and chants in the church
The celebration of Christmas Eve is sparking everywere and everyone is busy preparing for the Christmas Eve
Happy Christmas time to all my penal friends
Christmas looms near.
People pass by,
singing and smiling,
and giving good cheer.
I look at their faces,
and strain to find
a clue or a hint of some pain close to mine.
I see bright, shiny eyes that seemingly smile,
and a nod of greetings while they're all passing by.
I continue to watch, amazed at their will
to go on with lives while mine's lying still.
Shops all amassed with holiday mirth,
celebrating our one true Christ Savior's birth,
but there are those of us looking,
no matter how mild,
for another soul getting through Christmas
without their sweet child.
The glory of the day was in her face,
The beauty of the night was in her eyes.
And over all her loveliness, the grace
Of Morning blushing in the early skies.
And in her voice, the calling of the dove;
Like music of a sweet, melodious part.
And in her smile, the breaking light of love;
And all the gentle virtues in her heart.
And now the glorious day, the beauteous night,
The birds that signal to their mates at dawn,
To my dull ears, to my tear-blinded sight
Are one with all the dead, since she is gone.
You wold have married to most beautiful person in the world
While enjoying your most beautiful moments with that person suddenly that person turns out to be sank 🐍🐍🐍
What will be your reaction???
I am glad daylong for the gift of song,
For time and change and sorrow;
For the sunset wings and the world-end things
Which hang on the edge of to-morrow
I am glad for my heart whose gates apart
Are the entrance-place of wonders,
Where dreams come in from the rush and din
Like sheep from the rains and thunders
If I had but two little wings
And were a little feathery bird,
To you I'd fly, my dear!
But thoughts like these are idle things,
And I stay here
But in my sleep to you I fly:
I'm always with you in my sleep!
The world is all one's own
But then one wakes, and where am I?
All, all alone
Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids:
So I love to wake ere break of day:
For though my sleep be gone,
Yet while 'tis dark, one shuts one's lids,
And still dreams on
If one could have that little head of hers
Painted upon a background of pure gold,
Such as the Tuscan's early art prefers!
No shade encroaching on the matchless mould
Of those two lips, which should be opening soft
In the pure profile; not as when she laughs,
For that spoils all: but rather as if aloft
Yon hyacinth, she loves so, leaned its staff's
Burden of honey-colored buds to kiss
And capture 'twixt the lips apart for this.
Then her little neck, three fingers might surround,
How it should waver on the pale gold ground
Up to the fruit-shaped, perfect chin it lifts!
I know, Correggio loves to mass, in rifts
Of heaven, his angel faces, orb on orb
Breaking its outline, burning ...
Death is like a common phenomenal of life which will happen to each and every individuals but person's personality and their achievements will never die even if the world end's that shows the power of an individual. So one should be self motivated to achieve great things and to make them remembered life long so that if they turn back in their life they can see their own life with proud of their achievements and the joy of achieving it ."Always dream Big To Archive Big Things "
Riches I hold in light esteem,
And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream
That vanish’d with the morn;
And if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is, “Leave the heart that now I bear,
And give me liberty!”
Yes, as my swift days near their goal,
’Tis all that I implore:
In life and death a chainless soul,
With courage to endure
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 show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that i...
There are no hollows any more
Between the mountains; the prairie floor
Is like a curtain with the drape
Of the winds’ invisible shape;
And nowhere seen and nowhere heard
The sea’s quiet as a sleeping bird.
Now we’re traveling, what holds back
Arrival, in the very track
Where the urge put forth; so we stay
And move a thousand miles a day
Time’s a Fancy ringing bells
Whose meaning, charlatan history, tells!
1) Name of the Penals
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A woman you don't know sits in front of you at the cafe and starts telling you a story. You can't tell if it's true but you're engrossed by the way her hands move as she talks. You notice that they are injured, bruised and bleeding as she tells you someone was stabbed repeatedly that atmosphere got total weird the entire attire of the women was so scary I was totally blocked out and fainted their itself after a while when I woke up there was no women around me
I got totally puzzled with the same
confusion I went back to my home,when I returned back to my home I saw the same woman whom I saw In the café she started to walk towards me my hole body was filled with fear as she was nearing...
The joy is spreading all over in my family by my cute little princesses the nephew "Aadhya"her laugh,her cry ,her play in each and everything we see a new world with her your always the cutest thing in our family we all love for that
The joy that you bring to our family i think it's a greatest thing for our family that we can never get in our life time
Love you lots my cute little princesses
"Aadhya" you are always our cute little Prince's😘😘😘💕💕💖💖👰👰
To dreamy languors and the violet mist
Of early Spring, the deep sequestered vale
Gives first her paling-blue Miamimist,
Where blithely pours the cuckoo’s annual tale
Of Summer promises and tender green,
Of a new life and beauty yet unseen.
The forest trees have yet a sighing mouth,
Where dying winds of March their branches swing,
While upward from the dreamy, sunny South,
A hand invisible leads on the Spring
His rounds from bloom to bloom the bee begins
With flying song, and cowslip wine he sups,
Where to the warm and passing southern winds,
Azaleas gently swing their yellow cups
Soon everywhere, with glory through and through,
The fields will spread with every brilliant hu...
"You are the Rose of me,
In you have I lost myself utterly,
Your fragrance, as a breath from Paradise,
About me ever lies;
I crush you to my heart with subtlest ecstasy
And on your lips I live, and in your passionate eyes
You are the Dream of me,
My visions many-footed flit and flee
Beneath the jewelled arches of Life's grace
But through lone nights and days,
One form I follow, and mine eyes but see
The dear delightful wonder of your love-lit face
You are the Greatness of me,
My thoughts are Beauty shaped exquisitely
To the rare pattern of your loveliness
Exceeding all excess:
And the strange magic of this mystery,
Steals weight from burdened hours, and woe from weariness"
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen ...
Onto this thanks giving occasion I want thank all of my friends,family , brother's and sister for having an wonderful year and special thanks to my nephew and to my sister who got married this year ,I congratulate both for starting their new life
And also thanks to my sweet friends how gave shoulders in my bad times and also for sharing their joy with me
Thanks Drew Bartkiewicz sir for this app thanks lettrs staff,my penal friends for giving me the opportunity to express my thoughts and feelings through your competition
I thank to all of them who made this year so wonderful
Thanks for this year which gives me an amazing memories to remember life long
What do you love about baseball and who do you love most?
When I think about baseball, it's just life. It's really the way life is. It requires a lot of mental capacity to be involved in it. It creates a lot of joy for people and memories for people who follow it. It's a family. You like it because it's a family. You started with it and know all these people -- it's family, it's friends, it's fun, it's a beautiful game. All in all, baseball is amazing. I wish everybody could play it for at least two years.
#SKYLARK CHALLENGE 65
It was a winter day they were snow all over the small town in that small town their was kid called Anna ,she was so loveable and caring kind-hearted kid but for her unfortunately her mother died when she was born so Anna father was everything to her,she was the sweet little princess to her father ,Anna and her father had a great bondage between them,usually her father used to drop her to the school while coming she use to come with her friends and then she use to go out to play in the park daily but
One day the town was filled with hazy and chillness even in that windy weather Anna went out to play in the park while ...
From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do --
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear
The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky
Burned like a heated opal through the air,
We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair
For the blue lands that to the eastward lie.
From the steep prow I marked with quickening eye
Zakynthos, every olive grove and creek,
Ithaca’s cliff, Lycaon’s snowy peak,
And all the flower-strewn hills of Arcady.
The flapping of the sail against the mast,
The ripple of the water on the side,
The ripple of girls’ laughter at the stern,
The only sounds:—when ’gan the West to burn,
And a red sun upon the seas to ride,
I stood upon the soil of Greece at last!
My cute little Nephew
Your the most Sweetie's think in our family
Your cute little small eye
Your cute little eye lashes
Your cute little Lip's
The smile that you give
All this bridges us joy and happiness in our family
The way you talk
The way you play
They way you speak
Everything is sweet and
Your the most wonderful thing to our family
Love you so much my little princess "aadhya"
Once their was boy he was son of
Bord security soldiers they live in an small apartments in the Border of their country usually the boy was playing with father in his free time
He loved playing with his father always his life was simply and fun
But one day their was a fire all over the border of the country so is father was on duty even their was threat were they use to stay so they were told not move out of their apartment but the boy wanted to go out with is father but the boy family dent allowed him to go out but the boy dent keep quiet he some how found the opportunity to way to get out of the apartment so when he came...
Once their was boy and girl they both were very best friends
They both use to share each and everything,they use play together,Do everything together like this the both grow up as the time passes they both got separated for their carrier development and the move apart so even they lost their contact as days passed the girl got married and she had a girl child
One day the girl meet the boy in a shopping mall again they become best friends but boy had feelings for the girl so he thought by killing her husband and he made plane that by gain her sympathy he could get married to her again and also made plane to kill her husband and the boy succeeded in killing her husband and her husband died