As i walked up to the top of the hill, I saw 2 birds sitting silen tly in a small leafless tree. I watched as one gave the other his wings with sheer delight.The helping bird stood there wingless, blinded by contentment, which had over taken all of his thoughts and dreams.
She takes the wings without any rejection at all, thinking only of the wings and nothing else, the golden wings. The wings that had caused tso much joy for the other, joy that could never be his again, never again. Those wings wold now be his hate, joy and hate, wings so dear. Dear, dear, wings of hate.
After many hours, the winged bird, flying around the tree that once h
MY storie my life by SecondhandHarmony, literature
Literature
MY storie my life
"Get to work!!"i am starteled."What are you doing?!?"my dad is being really persistant."Im just takin a break."i reply."NO you are not you are always taking a break get back to work now!""i hate you"i whisper under my breath."What?" he says"I didnt say anything."he stands there for a second befor he procedes to say:"You're cousin is coming over today,""you can take a break when they get here."of coarse i think to myself.You wouldent want them to see what you put me through day after day.He stands there for a few more seconds, making sure that i get back to work,then goes inside.As he walk away i watch him through a crack in the wood to make s
MY storie my life by SecondhandHarmony, literature
Literature
MY storie my life
"Get to work!!"i am starteled."What are you doing?!?"my dad is being really persistant."Im just takin a break."i reply."NO you are not you are always taking a break get back to work now!""i hate you"i whisper under my breath."What?" he says"I didnt say anything."he stands there for a second befor he procedes to say:"You're cousin is coming over today,""you can take a break when they get here."of coarse i think to myself.You wouldent want them to see what you put me through day after day.He stands there for a few more seconds, making sure that i get back to work,then goes inside.As he walk away i watch him through a crack in the wood to make s
As i walked up to the top of the hill, I saw 2 birds sitting silen tly in a small leafless tree. I watched as one gave the other his wings with sheer delight.The helping bird stood there wingless, blinded by contentment, which had over taken all of his thoughts and dreams.
She takes the wings without any rejection at all, thinking only of the wings and nothing else, the golden wings. The wings that had caused tso much joy for the other, joy that could never be his again, never again. Those wings wold now be his hate, joy and hate, wings so dear. Dear, dear, wings of hate.
After many hours, the winged bird, flying around the tree that once h