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Nunca imaginei, encontrar beleza e poesia no egoísmo...Surpreendente!
dude. ladybird is my power animal, er insect. no more pulling my wings off!(kiss on your wings)
The poor ladybirds. But as a child you may have not realised that it was wrong.
aww poor lady bugs but i understand the sentiment...smiles.
Expresses the well-intended yet convoluted logic of children. Beautiful poem.
I liked the poem until I got to the last line, then I loved it.
Oh poor little bugs... this captures the carelessness of youth very well.
Her house is on fire and her children all alone! Didn't they sing that to you? Ladybug (bird in the UK) "Ladybug fly away home, your house is on fire and your children all alone!" You weren't the only child who did that (clearly) or there wouldn't be a nursery rhyme to stop you from hurting them as they're so healthy for a garden especially your roses. Clever poem and revealing ;-) Thanks, Gay
My mother once told me: "Don't pick the wild flowers, they're more beautiful where they are growing. In a vase they will wilt soon."
Quando o simples e o belo se encontram!Tudo de bom,Samuel Pimenta.
Little girl dreams of red with polka dots. Short and very sweet my dear.
Injusto sabendo que nós iremos partir.
Letting go of what we love is maybe the most difficult thing of all. This is sad and painful, Kenia. It says a lot about the human heart.
Like always, short and beautiful. I saw a little 7 year old girl in garden while reading.
Nossa! Uma pequena obra-prima. Eu ia comentar o último, quando fui surpreendido por este aqui, realmente incrível.Beijo, Kenia.
short and stunning.check out short story slam today. hope to see your participation.
Wow Kenia, that's amazing. Perfectly revolting yet innocent and vastly lonely. Arrrggghhhhh it tears my heart in two. Great! Hate it love it... perfect!Andrew
Deixe suas linhas tortas │Leave your crooked lines│