Happy Task (Shakespearean Sonnet) - Div.RewritingsMy originalWalking along the beach is like a dream.My toes slipping into the golden sand.The water also refreshing my legs with a stream.Memories passing by my thought's inner land.Building Sand Castles and Buried.When I lay down I see the world going by.I hear the calm waves at the shore as they hurried.The sun's glare reflecting off the sea is hitting my eye.The sun is leaving beautiful orange traces.The distant rocks are having more fun.With waves hitting the hard and stony faces.I love seeing the setting of the sun.But before that it dances at the sky in a beautiful hue -I love being at the beach but it is better with you.Rewriting I (now in pentameter, perfect rhyme, changed words and structure)Walking along the beach is like a dream.My toes slipping into the golden sand.The water splashing my legs with a stream.Memories passing my thought's inner land.Building sand castles and being buried.I lay down and see the world going by.I hear calm waves
Such a Love exists only onceSuch a love exists only once,That dizzily intoxicates me and makes me happy,That narcotizes me like a drug,Which moves me to far realms.My darling, in your heart dwells the sun,Lets everything rise lovingly.Kindness shines in your eyesLike stars that will never sink.Such a love exists only once,So impetuous and enormously ardent.It makes trembling my heartAnd will never let me go again.My sun, never leave me, please.I cannot be without youAnd I wither like the flowers’ splendorWhen your light will not surround me.Such a love exists only once,And even if time passes quickly,I will dream of it all my life,Like one summer long of May.Little stars, please show me the way,Lead me carefully on my path,So that I even find the way at night,When once I will get lost.Such a love exists only once,Still fulfills me in my death.In front of me I still see always the sunWhen I behold the far sunset glow.
The Place where Love will never come to restIt promised to be a warm and beautiful day in the Forest of Hirulia. Ario, the young wolf, who was more accustomed to the night than to the day was awaiting his girl friend Daffodilya to play with her. The wolf was a young and handsome male and his only flaws were three disgusting scars along his right cheek. He had survived so many adventures in his young life. Ice and fire were hell to him but somehow he went through. Usually wolves hated fire. It was hot, blinded the eyes and hurt them and the fur could get singed. Ice was not better. The paws and claws got frozen to the bottom and could not be moved any longer.Through all this, Ario went and survived. Now he had the chance to cherish is still young life in peace and happiness. The Forest of Hirulia was known as a peaceful place where all beings were accepted and tolerated as long as they did not hurt or disrespect others. So, the young wolf liked playing in the moonlight in the wood and ran and jumped across the beautiful clearing
Dreams and Wishes (My Black Friend)In word-woven colours –Painted at the dark black net –Stardust and sun dew are whirlingAs well as these first eternal dreamsIn which everything still smells like childhood.In this cool no man’s world,Written on warm, smooth skin,Wishes fall deep into unrecognized,But known souls –Shiver follows.Dancing at the white wallsIn the heat of this night –They are occurring in dozeAnd I take them deep intoThe far realms of the dream.After a blessed and peaceful nightWishes and dreams can be found again.But when the world of spirits awakens,The partition wall opens a view.They wander here in this world.“Listen to me, my black friend!I do not fear you, I want to help you –Are you crying? What is ailing you?I do not hide myself.Perhaps your being here has some purpose?”“Are you a messenger? An observer?Do you wish me well or want to harm me?Do you learn from me or should I learn from you?Perhaps I can help you
The OcelotIn the city I have met an ocelot.His eyelids were half closed.He was very proud.Golden jewels were hanging on his ears.On his claws he was wearing five rings eachWith rubies and emeralds.The ocelot did not deign to look at me.With pleasure I would have told him a taleOf the yellow steppe grassAnd of the soft light sand.Of the hot windHow it swept over the herbs.And of the lightBefore the sun went to rest.Longing, I looked after himHow he looked at himselfIn the glass of the shop-windows.
FriendshipFriendship means to give,But also to take -Solidarity in joy and sorrow.Friendship gives hopeAnd grants happiness as well -It is assistance in times of loneliness.Friendship must grow,You have to cultivate it -By frankness and honesty.Friendship means to loveAnd to be loved -It depends on mutuality.Friendship demandsUnderstanding for the other -Despite his weak points and fallability.Friendship does not live on advantageBut on feelings -On the same thoughts at the same time.Friendship must hear,Friendship must see -The other's happiness, expectation and grief.To open yourself for the other, to talk to him,To be ready to simply listen to him.To hope for the other, to live with him.To swear him eternal loyalty,Not to grudge the other something,Even if you are losing it for yourself.To love him as he is,Just because he moves your heart.Friendship develops in times of gladness,It stands the test in times of solitude.And if it is a true and deep friendship,So
The PunishmentMuriel was an angel who was responsible for the month of June. So he loved the long and warm celestial days in the great and wide spheres of heaven. As all regular angels he possessed of white wings, not very large, rather small, but with beautiful feathers. His days in heaven were wonderful.Suddenly something happened to him. He fell asleep and when he woke up again his surroundings had changed. This was not heaven any longer! There were huge grey buildings with glass windows. And there was also a great grey path with a white stripe in the middle. Some strange moving objects made their way in it. Angelic traffic? No, this was not Muriel’s world. He was afraid and touched for his wings. They were still there, still white feathered, but broken. He was used to fly but he could not anymore. After a while, he tried to move forward with his legs which was very painful. The idea of using the help of a stick came into his mind.Then he saw a child running across that grey path. One of
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