Kary
@Driming_comes
Ihre Fantasien in Text zu übertragen, bedeutet, Ihre Gefühle für das Leben festzuhalten
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The view
You see some people... You look on faces, You feel some careless, Seems you watch some prequal ? You see these people Noticed their distincts, Take a look misfurtunate staple ! Look you see theirs fears! You look, for people, You see them feeble! You look for someone's smile, But can't get a drop of patience, only artifice! Be heed in care to others, Be bold and don't pass up! Make the right druthers, Make great support and don't back down.
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You might think-for what is ife ? Dedication for yourself? For someone life is kind of knife Let be more obliging, to have peace between ourself! Take care of one enother, In every moment of your time! Be attentive more then ever! To show people, you them don't deny!
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With u or without..?
Cod has chosen us, In this whole world, We"ve met each other once. It's crazy, childish story twirled. Time is ran away, Those memories, those distans years, I was small and you were only eiģht. Till today your face in my head appeares We dont know each other now, But maybe Cod will let us be anew acquainted ? Or maybe better to stay of this a far? And to tern around for new fated.
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My throughts
Im looking through the window I see that far away is brighting star. Its light is blinking among the space. So white, so shine, it blazes with fierce bizarre My eyes can capture from afar your rayse * * * Im looking at the window, I dream about the people whose hearts would shine like stars. Where the dazzling light bright without dissimulation And soul could spread the wings to raise away to heighten clouds. By its living nature, a special form of definition.
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Мой Бог
Мой Бог, Мой Царь Как Землю создал чудно Ты ! Сушу, воды - океан, ни единой черноты! Природа восклицает,- "Славь!" Давайте быть друзьями Богу! В кротости, смиреньи, доброте , В духовной силы полноте, Всецело подчиняться Его Слову. Он ревносной любовию Своею, На той горе, на том кресте, Повис за нас, в Свят`ой безмерной чистоте. Не дал победу смерти, избавлены милостью Твоею.
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