Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement…. Gonna Explore my own amazements again

Les oiseaux gazouillent chantant pour accueillir les Princesse du printemps Ses yeux brillent brillant comme le soleil du printemps ses cheveux sont en agitant onduler comme l’eau qui coule du lac elle souffle brise du printemps voyage à travers les colonies de daffodiels or ses lèvres sont rouges comme les pommes rip ses mains sont la danse comme dans la ...

The Victor By C.W. Longenecker If you think you are beaten, you are. If you think you dare not, you don’t If you like to win but think you can’t, It’s almost a cinch you won’t. If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost. For out in the world we find Success begins with a fellow’s will It’s all in the ...

Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983 From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed: - Why does god has to select you for such a bad disease?? He Replied… In the world over  50 million  children start ...

Life is Best for those who want to Live it, Life is Difficult for those who want to Analyze it, Life is worst for those who want to Criticize it, `Our Attitude Defines Life… Enjoy Your Life, Laugh so Hard That even Sorrow Smiles at You, Live Life so Well That even Death Loves to see you Alive, Fight ...

The Wise Little Girl Once upon a time in the immense Russian steppe, lay a little village where nearly all the inhabitants bred horses. It was the month of October, when a big livestock market was held yearly in the main town. Two brothers, one rich and the other one poor, set off for market. The ...

Men and Women live in the same world, but they experience it as if they came from two different worlds. Boys like things, girls like people. Every boy wants to be in a gang, and wants a gun; every girl has her best friend, with whom she shares her secrets. Men want status and power, women want love. It’s amazing, ...

A book i love……. Far in to the cold mountain a stone trail wind aslant, Where white clouds rise a house appears Stopping my carriage, I sit to admire the late maple forest The frosted leave are redder than February Clouds Du Mu (Tang Dynasty 803-852) February Flowers- Fan Wu Tagged: Books, Love

Cinderella Once upon a time… there lived an unhappy young girl. Unhappy she was, for her mother was dead, her father had married another woman, a widow with two daughters, and her stepmother didn’t like her one little bit. All the nice things, kind thoughts and loving touches

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