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Somewhere, in a castle old,
In a wood, deep and dark,
By a gurgling stream and
a crackling crone,
In a creaking oak as old as time itself,
Lies a glowing bee.
In a creepy, contorted tree,
By a hysterical brook and a
Screeching spinster,
In a wood that howls by night,
In a castle old and crumbly -
the bee is hope,
And if we can find it in a
Tree, castle, brook or crone,
We can find it anywhere.
Anywhere at all.
In a wood, deep and dark,
By a gurgling stream and
a crackling crone,
In a creaking oak as old as time itself,
Lies a glowing bee.
In a creepy, contorted tree,
By a hysterical brook and a
Screeching spinster,
In a wood that howls by night,
In a castle old and crumbly -
the bee is hope,
And if we can find it in a
Tree, castle, brook or crone,
We can find it anywhere.
Anywhere at all.
Literature
To the Child
To the Child
To the child we never got to know
To the child who's eyes never opened
Who's laugh we never heard
Who's voice never spoke
Who's touch we never felt
To the child we will never see grow
To the child taken too soon
To that wonderful child that lives with angels
You are a child blessed with love
Know as you watch from that golden heaven each day
Everyday we live on we will love you
We will carry you with us as we go forward
To that blessed child
From the parents and siblings
Aunts and uncles and cousins
The grandparents
From everyone who you've touched
To that child may that love reach you
And may that love help guide us all
Literature
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The silent cry that controls my perception,
Remains the constant reason and excuse for me hesitation,
Questions are never enough, science can lead,
Answers are half truths, religion I can't believe,
The sound of my confusion; my fleeting heart,
The strings of DNA, my family no longer take part,
There is a pile of positive thoughts, arranged in a heap,
My only friend; my teddy bear continues not to speak,
Inception of directions points more than one direction,
Can I live without the band aid I hide behind? The needed infection,
Blood remains trapped, always a single thought under the surface,
This prison of skin, my knife attempts to evolve a
Literature
Majcine ruke / Mother's hands
Translation below!
Majčine ruke
Majčine su ruke
poput najnježnijeg dodira vjetra,
poput ugodne topline vatre,
poput dodira samoga Boga.
Znaju mnoge stvari napraviti
što nitko drugi ni ne pojmi,
tako lijepe, tako divne,
da odmah znaš,
ljubavlju su protkane.
Tiho trpe, hrabro podnose
sve nevolje, sve nedaće
što svijet spremit' može,
da svoju djecu od njih zaštite.
Toliku snagu u sebi nose,
toliku čvrstinu posjeduju
da djecu svoju pravo postave
i drže
sve dok sama ne mognu stajati
u lice vjetru što ih srušiti želi.
A jednom kad klonu,
kad ih snaga napusti,
kad bore budu t
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I love the first stanza O: it's beautiful!!!!!