My imagination!
My imagination draw your face every time, When I miss you and think you about every night. I never want to lost you, but sometimes It need for you, but what me about!? You are far away in foreign country, Because your job so difficult and dangerous, But I can to write you always, And I want to hold your hand in mine! My imagination so emotionally and strongly: I never cry on people and not show my teardrops But always I'll want to hear, I so needs: "Let's go!" "My darling, I'll want to take you with me!" And I'll never be so alone, I'll not miss you and you miss to me... This is a poem for @Jason_James_Qwill, for my lovely Thor Odinson!😘😍💜
2019-12-13 21:39:05
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Aurora (Джейн Фостер) Qwill-Delein
@Parlament of Writers and Poets Thank you, Nick:) I wrote this poem for @Jason_James_Qwill, for Thor:)😘
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2019-12-14 11:10:47
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Aurora (Джейн Фостер) Qwill-Delein
@My sketches (Avenger!!!) Thank you, Cap!😍
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2019-12-14 11:12:20
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Linda-Jane (Наташа) (Romanoff) Vengarsye
@Aurora (Джейн Фостер) Qwill-Delein Wow! So many feels and romantic in your poem with love!:)
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Намалюю тобі на обличчі Сонця промені, хмари і гай... Я не зраджую тій своїй звичці І ніколи не зраджу. Це край. Небо синє, бурхливе і темне, Наче очі твої, наче рай. Наче сховище, замок підземний. Наче темний і лячний той край. Намалюю тобі на обличчі, На сторінці клітинку. Портрет... Я не зраджую тій своїй звичці, Знов малюю лиш твій силует.
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