The Fireflies

Once I was in woods,

Travelling towards a way to home;

It was a night, so dark,

and I was so blind to see.

I was walking through greenery,

I wish it was a greenery, cause I couldn't see;

still I was walking ,

and crushing the twigs beneath.

Now it was dark and darker,

darker than the night;

The moon lost his shine,

behind the curtain of clouds.

Suddenly it was quite and quieter,

The owls were quite too;

Suddenly I saw red eyes in every nook and cranny,

watching over me.

Now there was many eyes,

covering all the skies;

and they started blinking and blinking,

and started flying and flying.

Now they came close and closer,

and they were getting bright and brighter;

I knew that these weren't eyes,

These were little fireflies.

Now there was light again,

like it was from stars;

And I started walking and walking ;

towards the way to home.

I wish to reach as early as I could,

but the way was to long through dark woods;

The wind started whistling slowly,

like the wolves were howling.

I started feeling scary,

wishing for fairy to show;

the way to my homeland,

and I was walking and walking again.

I saw a light and many lights,

came closer and closer again;

Is it my village?

Is it my home?

Now the fireflies were gone too,

Like I lost them;

but I reached my homeland,

My Sweet Home.

The Painting on my wall

Once I saw a Painting,

Hanging on the wall;

It was of a young girl,

It was of a winter's fall.

The girl was like waiting,

waiting for someone to call;

And She was like stop aging,

in that painting on my wall.

I saw her blue eyes,

I saw a ring she wearing;

She was like filled with cries,

And no one was hearing,

She was there like centuries passed,

Many winters came 

Many winters gone

But she was waiting for; someone to cross.

That old time was gone, 

The painitng was getting older;  

But she was still beautiful,

and her dancing gown too.

She was there standing in cold,

all the winters fall;

waiting for someone she knew,

in that painting on my wall.

I was standning down the hall,

I was just watching at her;

She was like telling her story,

In that painting on my wall. 

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The Old Windmill

Once I went on the top of hill;

it was so high,

it was so thrill,

once I went on the top of hill;

clouds around there,

it felt so chill.

Once I went to the top of hill;

I went thorough boulevards,

I went through woods,

I saw the beautiful places,

that no one could.

What I saw there ,was the old windmill,

 On the top of hill,

She was walking with the wind,

Whenever it flows,

She Sounds like Playing flute,
Whenever wind blows.

The moon came up,on the top of hill;
Shining on the old windmill,
made her young and beautiful,
like she was once before.

And now she was getting older,
like my grandfather,
Still she was standing alone,
The old windmill,on the top of hill.

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Ride To Moon

 
I'm in my spaceship
No!, it's not a road trip
I'm in my spacesuit
Yes!, I'll step my first foot

my journey is so long
my journey is my song 
I left the place, where I belong
and I fly away and away

 

 I'm traveling with speed of light
and stars are shining bright
I'm riding through the milky way
and I fly away and away

destroying the lots of comets
crossing a bunch of black holes
my destination is not reached yet
and I have to fly to my goals.

Finally, I'm here standing
watching the blue Earth
I'm waving my victory flag
Is the moment that,I worth

Suddenly, I heard someone shouting
I felt very cold water stream
(Someone throws water while sleeping)
and I woke up on my bed
Oh!!, it was just a dream

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A View From Window

It's a sunny day,

Bird's are flying away and away,

It's a summer's sun,

It's a summer's fun,

It's a view from my window.

It's a rainy day,

It's a slippery way,

I want my raincoat,

I want my paper boat,

but I'm just watching view from window. 

It's a winter's cold,

It's a winter snow,

my grandmother told

"The cold wind''s gonna blow".

and I'm just watching a view from window.

My old window is same,

the view only changed,

it's just a memory,

nobody needs to know,

it's just a view from a window.

The Old Yellow Wood's

Nowhere I came again;

old memories started to regain,

In the old yellow wood;

now I'm here alone, I stood.

Where the beauty has gone?;

where's the picture that nature's has drawn?,

where that charm lost?;

Where that grassy road I crossed?.

  

The old yellow woods ,I left;

who dared to theft?,

Where's that nature gift?;

Where flew away all small swift?.

Where is the wood that I thought?;

Lost the vision that I caught,

Old yellow woods turned to brown;

Someone stole the nature's green crown.

Now here nothing for me;

Now here nothing to see,

Everyone leaved the wood's somehow;

I'm the lonely one here now. 

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