tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300219262011-12-14T19:10:38.735-08:00The expression of feelingsPaSsunoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30021926.post-28670698037310947072008-09-01T21:42:00.000-07:002008-09-01T21:43:09.655-07:00She was young<br />And beautiful.<br />There was a touch<br />Of divinity in her eyes,<br />On her lips<br />And in her soul.<br />She was a sweet fragrance<br />Of an immortal rose<br />Enchanting every nose<br />She passed by<br />But it defused in the air<br />Before someone faithful<br />Could inhale it<br />And seal it in his heart<br />Against the hands of God.<br />For hers was the beauty<br />That angels themselves envied.<br />She is a bride in Heaven.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30021926-2867069803731094707?l=pasu-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>PaSsunoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30021926.post-1150860156983449012006-06-20T20:21:00.000-07:002008-09-01T21:41:47.433-07:00<p class="MsoNormal">Shut Up Grandma,<br />Your stories are lies.<br />Sing us a song instead,<br />Ay! You forgot the melody.<br /><br />I’m old enough, grandma,<br />I can sing my own tune.<br />Forgive me if it hurts you,<br />For I use to forgive you always.<br /><br />Thank you, grandma,<br />If you should ever feel<br />You’ve changed my destiny,<br />I though walked my own road, barefoot.<br /><br />Whose blood runs in my veins?<br />It couldn’t reach my heart anyway.<br />There is dirt in that, grandma,<br />I have bled my own blood.<br /><br />There is question I feared ask,<br />For I know your answer.<br />It doesn’t matter anymore,<br />So; tell me, did you ever love me?</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30021926-115086015698344901?l=pasu-anger.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>PaSsunoreply@blogger.com0