Duša od papira

Imam Denc, al su starije a htjela bi stavit neke novije jer mi se ove baš ne sviđaju... , sad imam puno novih ideja ali nemam vremena i jako sam umorna od škole, tako da samo kojih dvadesetak minuta radim na knjizi kad dođem iz škole navečer , pa kad uhvatim vremena napišem par pjesama, i odmah stavljam

Evo Denc stavljam još neke.. doduše ove nisu o konjima, prav je o prijateljstvu, o rastanku na osmaša, a druga neka ljubavna


Nosim vas u srcu

Sjećam se onih naših dana..
Bezazlen, neizbrisiv osmijeh s naših lica, uspomena nikad zametnuta..
Naša putovanja, lutanja, potraga..
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Mjesečinom prošarano more..
Vjetar pjeva pjesmu rastanka..
Krhotine našeg prijateljstva zauvijek ostaju ležati ondje gdje smo ih položili..
S prisegom vječnog prijateljstva, krenuli smo različitim stazama..

I sada.. osjećam se miljama daleko..
Moje je srce zametnuo kompas..
Više nisam ista, vi niste isti..
U vašim očima više nije onaj sjaj..
Želim vas natrag, želim svaku zraku ljubavi..
Želim ponovnu toplinu vašeg srca da me grije hladnoći..
Želim svoju braću i sestre da me ulijevaju sigurnost na svakom koraku..

I dok plemeniti kraljevi mora, valovi, tužno udaraju o stijene..
Lome posljednje uspomene i odnose ih u zaborav..






Volim te

Stupio si na prag moga svijeta..
Zakoračio na sam rub srca..
I zastao ondje, smjestio se, i ostao..
Kao brod nasukan na obalu usred burne oluje..
Bez pitanja i dopuštenja postao si dio moga bića..
Čudna neka pojava u mome tijelu..
Trnci pri svakom pogledu na tebe..
Navala emocija pri svakom dodiru..
Taj osjećaj pri svakom poljubcu..
Metrima daleko od zemlje, u oblacima sa nebesa..

I sve je otada lijepo..
Ulice prošarane kapima kiše pjevaju..
Malena izgubljena kap pada na moj dlan i osmjehuje mi se..
U njoj vidim tebe i tvoj anđeoski osmjeh..
Poput cvijeta u proljeće pupa mi srce..
I sve većim i većim biva..
O romantičnim bajkama i tebi sniva..
I hvala ti za svaki osmijeh, za svaki tren..
Za veseliji pogled na svijet..
Za svaku sekundu tvoje pažnje..
Za sva prostranstva novootkrivena iz mašte..
Hvala.. što si me naučio živjeti.. = )

Jeeee*te
Pa ovo je predobro
o.o
Stvarno si talentirana jako.
Ko melita za slike .

SVAKLA ČAST!!ODLČIČNO!!

aww..ova ljubavna ti je preidivna..hh..baš me asocira na znaš koga..a pupu moja ..samo tako nastavi..

Tnx Denc I Khanica

Odlično, fakat predobro

He teaches our souls to fly,
to soar over our tribulations.
Why is it we love these creatures?
Maybe it's the silence
the peace.
We're no longer judged
The world may be watching
But here
on MY horse
We know nothing else
but the wind
the sky...
Our minds work as one.
We speak to each other.
We hear nothing else
but the thunder of hooves
leading a path to a victory
far more than gold could ever buy.
Because a friend
means more than life itself.

By Megan

awww

prelijepo....stvarnooo....

prekrasno napisano...

They were ours as a gift, but never to keep,
As they close their eyes forever to sleep.
Their spirits unbound,
On silver wings they fly.
A million white horses,
Against the blue sky.
Look up into heaven,
You'll see them above.
The horses we lost,
The horses we loved.
Manes and tails flowing,
As they gallop through time,
They were never yours- they were never mine.
Don't cry for the horses,
They'll be back some day.
When our time is gone,
They will show us the way.
Do you hear that soft nicker?
Close to your ear?
Don't cry for the horses,
Love the ones that are here.

...

Stand proud wild horse of the desert plain
Do not let you spirit claim
Stand tall, stand firm, do not give in
Through domination men seek to win
God made you strong and gave you heart
And set you free right form the start
To roam the valleys and the hills
Yet your freedom some seek to steal
Don't they know or can't they see
This is where you were meant to be
Other beast cannot compare
Nor your beauty do they share
If we listen we might here
The thunderous roar, the silent tear
Of slaughtered ones from the past
And understand you Plight at last

...

Every year, at the end of the Horse of the Year Show in England, the arena lights darken and a solitary horse enters. A hush falls over the crowdas a single spotlight illuminates the magnificent Horse. Over the loudspeakers the following is heard:

Where, in this wide world,
Can man find nobility without pride,
Friendship without envy,
Or beauty without vanity?Here, where grace is laced with muscle,
And strength by gentleness confined.
He serves without servility.
He has fought without enmity.There is nothing so powerful,
Nothing less violent.
There is nothing so quick,
Nothing more patient.England's past has been borne on his back,
All our history is his industry.
We are his heirs,
He our inheritance.The Horse.

Ova prva ti baš i nije cijela, hm.

Kak nije? Nemam pojma, nasla sam to na netu.