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| Name: | garibelon |
| Comments: | Today is your day.
Forever, with all my love. I miss you my beloved friend. @};- gari |
| Name: | Wim Pippen |
| E-mail address: | mysec@live.nl |
| Comments: | So much pain, and so strong.
So sweet and so stubborn. Thats the way I remember you Sweet Lovely Violette. I hope you dont feel any pain at the other side of live. Maybe Third Life? I hope you don't struggel there with al those Sims and Prims. I will remember your kindness till my end of time. Maybe we meet again, sometime, somewhere. Wish the best for your children and fam. and friends. Love Wim Pippen |
| Name: | garibelon |
| Comments: | The Violet
A lovely poem by Jane Taylor (1783-1824). Down in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew; It's stalk was bent, it hung its head As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flower, It's colour bright and fair; It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding there. Yet thus it was content to bloom, In modest tints arrayed; And there diffused a sweet perfume, Within the silent shade. Then let me to the valley go This pretty flower to see; That I may also learn to grow In sweet humility. All love an best to you. garibelon |
| Name: | garibelon |
| Comments: | The Violet
A lovely poem by Jane Taylor (1783-1824). Down in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew; It's stalk was bent, it hung its head As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flower, It's colour bright and fair; It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding there. Yet thus it was content to bloom, In modest tints arrayed; And there diffused a sweet perfume, Within the silent shade. Then let me to the valley go This pretty flower to see; That I may also learn to grow In sweet humility. All love and best to you garibelon |
| Name: | Trashcan |
| Comments: | Little Butterfly
'Neath blue shaded skies, see a swirling white mind. A straight stem, decked in violet, with eyes raised to a higher sun. Little butterfly of emotions painting pictures on my mind; fluttering around a flame of gold, on tinted wings, tipped with honest colours. Mind on mind, she passes my hiding place, gathering her strength, distorting my time. The seconds I am with her, the eons in bewteen. And as my mind flutters into her hot flame, a moth drawn to a blinding light, she whispers her wishes at me and I can do nothing but be consumed. PB '70 |
| Name: | Mike |
| Comments: | The Sea
It's funny how my life can be Affected in such a way That when you curl and crown at me My day is dark and gray The tears of love fall inward Unseen to peering eyes Unless I'm standing windward No one hears my cries Ah but when you're calm My day is bright and gay Your smile is like the sun That takes my tears away |
| Name: | Mike |
| Comments: | Judith..for who you are...for all you do...I love you...and will spend my whole life...Loving You...forever and ever. |
| Name: | garibelon |
| Comments: | Erster....
>:D< @};- |