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Eleniya

Eleniya

Russian Federation

December 18, 2009

We told our tales as we sat under morning's sleepy sky.
With all the colors of the sunrise shining in our eyes.
One then another with a story of yesterday's lies.
Or of a lover who had gone in a moment of strife.

No thought of sleep ever dwells upon the wise man's mind.
Some task or audience stealing every moment of his time.
Thus we have learned to live while mortal men stand waiting to die.
How can we do what must be done in just one short life.

And if you ask then you must know. If you still doubt you should be told.
It was not we that made it so. It was by those who went before.
And there you sit tomorrow's child. So full of love, so full of life.
But you must rise to meet the day, lest you become another tale...


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11:57 AM Dec 22 2015

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United States

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09:06 PM Sep 22 2011

mahtab.bp

mahtab.bp
Iran, Islamic Republic Of

Your life full of stars ,My Dear Friend.:)

02:24 PM Sep 10 2011

seiyf khawas
Turkey

happyyyyyyyy education year :))

11:44 PM Aug 08 2011

myself=me

myself=me
United States

Hi Eleniya, sooy may last comment did not show, to bad it wsa one of niceset gifs I ever found.  Have a nice week and thx for aoo comments :)

10:58 AM Jul 20 2011

sozi 56
Pakistan

This blog has been very helpful. Interesting and inspirational. I agree with the viewpoints

you have discussed in your blog. Thanks for posting. Will read your blog more often. ...

Skoda Yeti

03:53 AM Dec 21 2009

mounty--

mounty--
Taiwan

dear Eleniya

thanks for your concerns about me . I am ok...when sometimes writing a sad comment, i would try to integrate my emotion into the words ..... so nothing serious.....I am fine.....how about you.....is it smooth to find a job ? ...be patient....it is a little difficult to find an ideal job in this econimic slump. it is the same in Taiwan....I hope to hear your good news soon...see you around...mounty from taiwan ..

08:06 AM Dec 20 2009

Eleniya

Eleniya
Russian Federation

Mounty, is this a cry from your heart? Cry Embarassed

02:01 AM Dec 20 2009

mounty--

mounty--
Taiwan

i seek help....who can help me ...who can rescue me from the hell...who can share the pain with me .....who.....who.....who....

only the passersby grinning and teasing attitudes shows their unrelentless expression......the apathy and the selfishness was abound....the tale was a killer and muderer ...a criminal....a sin....

I would rather be a tale.....than to see the tale....I would sooner walk to the mouth of a cannon, knowing it was going to blow me to bit, than to endure the tale ......

God help me ....................

01:46 AM Dec 20 2009

mounty--

mounty--
Taiwan

the tale was never told before.....necer touched by anyone....also never written by hands......

the tale still drags me into the deep abyss.....into a hole that never sees lights, that the Sun was scared away...that the warm breese never blows in...that no creature never esists....

the torture ....the torment.....the affliction.....never fades away....I tried to escape from irs shackle.....its handcuff....its loop.....and only failure awaits you ... more and more severe pains were loaded....pressed me to sereem...to hawl....

Every time I cried out.....my tears poured down and trickled down.....alteady dampened collosr and sleeves.....

wiped out tears and stand up......against the tale.....the damn tale......I should resolve to dump it into the rubbish can....I should erase it out of my memery....I should throw it into oven to burn it to ashes......

finally, it was a tale ....a memery....a image engraved in the brain.....never a chance to get rid of it.......

wait until the next time it falls upon me again..........I was kinapped forever.....sad am I !!.............. 

09:12 PM Dec 19 2009

mounty--

mounty--
Taiwan

the tale was a mix of beauty, ugly, transient, and lasting......

the tale often tickle my tear drops......ugly enough to provoke a chain of hatrad....a stream of twist on the heart.......a parade of memery passing by the brain...

the tale was a short but lasting .....the aftershock still eropts now and then ....I am trying to bury it in the deep soil....but I found it also will pull me into the cold and wet tomb...

the tale was lasting .....exerting its influence to maud me and agonize me ....the tale was like a ghost haunting me on and off.....the tale was a revealation from heaven ....warning me this is a dangerous road once walking on it you will fall into the snare of emotional predators that have already waiting you on the midway.........damn it ....I fell into...again.....

02:38 AM Dec 19 2009

mounty--

mounty--
Taiwan

the tale was told in a way that always moves the deeper mind hidden inside the dark side of our mindsets....

the tale was repeated one thousand times that always appears in a new face that always confuses countless souls

the tale was spread to a place that denotes its words power to trigger a new round of revolution that has already dewlled on the minds a long time ago.