Books

by Farida00

March 5, 2017

Books can teach and excite

Books can comfort and thrill

Books can show you te world

And wil make you feel

Thrillers bore me to death

Fantasy is good for fun

And l'dont read science fiction

l've never done.

Funny books make me laugh

Romances make me cry,

Adventure books make me happy.

l'dont know why?

l love to read books,

It's my cup of tea

Books are full of ideas,

l love to read books

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Farida00Mar 5, 2017

We do not always win the race,  By only running right,  We have to tread the mountain's base  Before we reach its height. The Christs alone no errors made;  So often had they trod  The paths that lead through light and shade,  They had become as God. As Krishna, Buddha, Christ again,  They passed along the way,  And left those mighty truths which men  But dimly grasp to-day. But he who loves himself the last  And knows the use of pain,  Though strewn with errors all his past,  He surely shall attain. Some souls there are that needs must taste  Of wrong, ere choosing right;  We should not call those years a waste  Which led us to the light.

Farida00Mar 5, 2017

Can you see their anger?  Can you smell their fear?  Do you sense unhappiness in the picture that's so clear?  We're trying to be perfect,  to look a certain way. A family picture says so much when there's nothing nice to say. You plaster on the fake smile. You put your arms 'just so'. You show the world your family without letting your family show.

Farida00Mar 5, 2017

From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

Farida00Mar 5, 2017

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I: And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry: Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun: I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee well, my only Luve And fare thee well, a while!  And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

Farida00Mar 5, 2017

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Farida00Mar 5, 2017

Blow, blow, thou winter wind  Thou art not so unkind  As man's ingratitude;  Thy tooth is not so keen,  Because thou art not seen,  Although thy breath be rude.  Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:  Most freindship if feigning, most loving mere folly:  Then heigh-ho, the holly!  This life is most jolly.  Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,  That does not bite so nigh  As benefits forgot:  Though thou the waters warp,  Thy sting is not so sharp  As a friend remembered not.  Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:  Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:  Then heigh-ho, the holly!  This life is most jolly.

Farida00Mar 5, 2017

l want to fly like the little butterflyl want to fly on Angel wingsl want to fly and be guided by God's Holy LoveLet me free like on of these Turn me loose and let me goneLet me free like on thesel want to fly like butterflyl want to fly Angel wings.