<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:10:14.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STILL LAKE          -         bEhiND ROsY sMILes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-6183276569266396451</id><published>2011-04-28T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T05:01:40.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry Tide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVqfdiDZkGI/TblWxMzLTdI/AAAAAAAAE5E/6ustOR0xRRU/s1600/HungryTide33.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVqfdiDZkGI/TblWxMzLTdI/AAAAAAAAE5E/6ustOR0xRRU/s400/HungryTide33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600603014861376978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of inspiration from the book and boredom of the summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-6183276569266396451?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/6183276569266396451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=6183276569266396451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/6183276569266396451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/6183276569266396451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2011/04/hungry-tide.html' title='Hungry Tide'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVqfdiDZkGI/TblWxMzLTdI/AAAAAAAAE5E/6ustOR0xRRU/s72-c/HungryTide33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-2302162402796748436</id><published>2011-04-11T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T00:09:21.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pair of Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIqgTlwK6VQ/TaKo0QUhoJI/AAAAAAAAE3c/ekEpXfPQil4/s1600/____angels_wings_____by_Memphis86.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIqgTlwK6VQ/TaKo0QUhoJI/AAAAAAAAE3c/ekEpXfPQil4/s400/____angels_wings_____by_Memphis86.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594219302835298450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: right;"&gt;Image courtesy: &lt;a href="http://memphis86.deviantart.com/"&gt;Memphis86 at deviantart &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cry&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cry with me now&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tears will follow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Did you not &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Know ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From the very start&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So why does it hurt&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we could grow a pair of wings&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We could fly away to the east&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And build a tree-house, in paradise&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we could walk away from the world&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We could go to cliffs up north&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And live in a cave in paradise&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scream&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scream with me now&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The pain will subside&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What did we&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Think?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That we can live through&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The great distance&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we could grow a pair of wings&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We could fly away to the east&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And build a tree-house, in paradise&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we could walk away from the world&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We could go to cliffs up north&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And live in a cave in paradise&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take my hand now&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Walk with me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s try and&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take the plunge and see&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we can survive&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We don’t need a pair of wings&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We could still fly to the east&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And build a tree-house, in paradise&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We could walk away from the world&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We could go to cliffs up north&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And live in a cave in paradise&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GemKqzILV4w&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Snow Patrol: Chasing Cars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-2302162402796748436?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/2302162402796748436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=2302162402796748436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/2302162402796748436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/2302162402796748436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2011/04/pair-of-wings.html' title='A Pair of Wings'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIqgTlwK6VQ/TaKo0QUhoJI/AAAAAAAAE3c/ekEpXfPQil4/s72-c/____angels_wings_____by_Memphis86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-2170202735063030180</id><published>2011-03-18T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T22:05:09.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandolin Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGpB4sknfv8/TYOA5jFSkaI/AAAAAAAAEyM/IlYpxujClB4/s1600/Mandolin_Wind_by_FireOpal14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGpB4sknfv8/TYOA5jFSkaI/AAAAAAAAEyM/IlYpxujClB4/s400/Mandolin_Wind_by_FireOpal14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585449689027875234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image courtesy: Fire Opal 14 on Deviantart.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lying on my bed, a lazy afternoon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing’s on the radio, dozed away soon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A distant music in the silence made want to me smile&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Made me want to laugh for a longer little while&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not just the music, there’s story in it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is it mine or is it yours, or just on love is it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It plucks on slowly at me, makes me want to cry&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Makes me want to laugh again, and makes me want to try&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mandolin Man&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where did you come from, where will you go&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mandolin Man&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is your secret, I want to know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mandolin Man&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You stole my heart now, with just a few notes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mandolin Man&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I sing along with you as my heart floats&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Singing along with you, singing the same tune&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lost my senses, come now dance under the moon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What a lovely sunflower, what a pretty rose!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How come I never sat by and watched when the sun rose&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Singing along with you, I forgot everything&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A traveler can’t stay just for a pretty thing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even if the love is strong, and the music says it all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You have to go I know, yet the heart will take a fall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mandolin Man&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll think of you every day, and your lovely song&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mandolin Man&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All things you said and heard, my heart will long&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mandolin Man&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s true I love you, I love you so&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mandolin Man&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For one last time I say, please don’t go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I recently bumped into a song called The Mandolin Man and His Secret by Donovan. The title sounded lovely, like an old epic love song. I was very disappointed when I heard it (and read it). Yet it inspired me to try my own hand (and my own voice) at it. Here is what I got. No, there is no audio clip. May be a month later, I would feel like it to record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-2170202735063030180?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/2170202735063030180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=2170202735063030180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/2170202735063030180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/2170202735063030180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2011/03/mandolin-man.html' title='Mandolin Man'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGpB4sknfv8/TYOA5jFSkaI/AAAAAAAAEyM/IlYpxujClB4/s72-c/Mandolin_Wind_by_FireOpal14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-1178635527751430440</id><published>2011-03-11T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T08:59:29.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss You, Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQN2PvFk0To/TYOBVjIsGKI/AAAAAAAAEyU/ha9hAoDTL5E/s1600/miss-you-a-lot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQN2PvFk0To/TYOBVjIsGKI/AAAAAAAAEyU/ha9hAoDTL5E/s400/miss-you-a-lot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585450170078468258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you&lt;div&gt;When I see the sun shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the sun plays behind the clouds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the Indian flag flutters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the leaves call me (us)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the flowers are not red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I see the waters at the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I see a flute or a feather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I see the candle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I see the butterflies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in all of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I am yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(26th July, 2004)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-1178635527751430440?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/1178635527751430440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=1178635527751430440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/1178635527751430440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/1178635527751430440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2011/03/miss-you-dear-friend.html' title='Miss You, Dear Friend'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQN2PvFk0To/TYOBVjIsGKI/AAAAAAAAEyU/ha9hAoDTL5E/s72-c/miss-you-a-lot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-860006633814952809</id><published>2011-03-05T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T22:14:55.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift-Wrapped !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; " &gt;Look outside your window Step outside that door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Let the sunshine inside Let the warmth flow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Walk again in the woods Wilderness at stake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Packed up in a gift-wrap Hold out your hand, just take&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Forgive me my friend For the stupid moments&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Five or ten from now Laugh or cry, it depends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;But today I won’t blame you If you don’t see the fireworks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Trust the tale that’s told now In the shadows it lurks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Why oh why do things change Wait, I don’t see it move&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Nomadic movement I see Everywhere I approve&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;But now is not the moment To think twice or thrice or more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Let the sunshine inside Let the warmth flow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Facebook is a playground Blogging I no longer do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;In fear of fears that see Evading the loneliness true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Let my poems shift base To gather sipping ice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Hear and see it all weird Sleeping walking and breathing lies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;But not today no no It is the time to glow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Let the sunshine inside Let the warmth flow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Pieces in the puzzle now It’s what you make&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Packed up in a gift-wrap Hold out your hand, just take&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-860006633814952809?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/860006633814952809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=860006633814952809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/860006633814952809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/860006633814952809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2011/03/gift-wrapped.html' title='Gift-Wrapped !'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MlusVlUTubs/TXMkmEBAFfI/AAAAAAAAExs/SZqmoFHnzYE/s72-c/advantagebridal_2144_43619352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-2880181299735751956</id><published>2010-02-21T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T14:39:48.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Down the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/S4MHmxhPqXI/AAAAAAAACTA/GrzHTRHY_Qk/s1600-h/mainboxHome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/S4MHmxhPqXI/AAAAAAAACTA/GrzHTRHY_Qk/s400/mainboxHome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441201137502890354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned the ignition on&lt;div&gt;Slowly I eased on to the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a cheque book gift-wrapped with a little bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lying on the next seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started driving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down the winding road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a little red ribbon and its bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the cheque book on the next seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept driving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into the city full of toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so many new things that came by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With gift-wraps and little bows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Window shopping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All way to the new stores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shows and handbags with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;glittery&lt;/span&gt; gems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And many new dresses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanging by the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All so tempting to be taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stepped down whenever whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything into the backseat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things kept piling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bills with ink and fading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuffed with excess baggage back there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full of colors and cute little noises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired of driving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drove into a motel down the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parked the car at the parking, full to the core&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a cheque book in my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bed, just lying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking of all the things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lying in the backseat to the brim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colors and cute noises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then to throw it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throw it all way for one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On little precious thing better than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the excess baggage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked to car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dumped it all out of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picked the one thing I would want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Threw it all away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started driving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a cheque book next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me in gift-wrap and a little bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A precious one in the backseat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the drone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of the driving I couldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hear the tin-can tattering at the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tin-can tied to the rear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picked up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My scissors to cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tin-can out of the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut the rope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May be tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May be another tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it be for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the drone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of the driving I couldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't hear it ever at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it be for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started driving down the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A precious one in the backseat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In next, cheque book gift-wrapped with a little bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tin-can tattering tied to the rear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another morrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One precious better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than a backseat full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet a tin-can tatters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheque book never ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheque book gift-wrapped with a little bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And  precious in the backseat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-2880181299735751956?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/2880181299735751956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=2880181299735751956' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/2880181299735751956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/2880181299735751956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2010/02/driving-down-road.html' title='Driving Down the Road'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/S4MHmxhPqXI/AAAAAAAACTA/GrzHTRHY_Qk/s72-c/mainboxHome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-4088582145883590722</id><published>2009-06-10T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:11:44.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't We Smile ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/SpLJdHfB9lI/AAAAAAAACIE/Hm3PdFKfqTI/s1600-h/smile_by_bethel1113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/SpLJdHfB9lI/AAAAAAAACIE/Hm3PdFKfqTI/s400/smile_by_bethel1113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373578807469012562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why does the heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Faster in fear than fun&lt;br /&gt;Why do memories stay&lt;br /&gt;Longer in pain than fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears move mountains&lt;br /&gt;Sad songs make you cry&lt;br /&gt;Hurt brings humanity&lt;br /&gt;Loss brings wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we always&lt;br /&gt;Grab on you despair&lt;br /&gt;Why cant the world speak&lt;br /&gt;Of good and happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;Does a pretty picture&lt;br /&gt;Of a sole sunflower&lt;br /&gt;Never win a prize&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;Does the drought-struck land&lt;br /&gt;With a starving kid&lt;br /&gt;Win all accolades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we all smile&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we all cry&lt;br /&gt;Joy, tears of joy&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we all smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-4088582145883590722?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/4088582145883590722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=4088582145883590722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/4088582145883590722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/4088582145883590722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-cant-we-smile.html' title='Why Can&apos;t We Smile ?'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/SpLJdHfB9lI/AAAAAAAACIE/Hm3PdFKfqTI/s72-c/smile_by_bethel1113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-2837314256508852967</id><published>2009-06-10T00:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:04:22.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sunflower-Shaped Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/SpLHzS5jUNI/AAAAAAAACH8/-p4jx4RPEiE/s1600-h/exps39605_TH1193306D67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/SpLHzS5jUNI/AAAAAAAACH8/-p4jx4RPEiE/s400/exps39605_TH1193306D67.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373576989466906834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sunflower-shaped cake&lt;br /&gt;So full so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Candles lit all over&lt;br /&gt;Ready, waiting to be blown&lt;br /&gt;Holding promises&lt;br /&gt;Of wishes to come true&lt;br /&gt;Cake so tempting&lt;br /&gt;I's like to make a wish&lt;br /&gt;And take a delicate bite&lt;br /&gt;Part of me says do it&lt;br /&gt;Wishes shall come true&lt;br /&gt;And the cake is your heaven&lt;br /&gt;Don't! says another&lt;br /&gt;The last you had was burnt&lt;br /&gt;By the flame of wishing candles&lt;br /&gt;Yet another part&lt;br /&gt;Makes a wish skywards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-2837314256508852967?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/2837314256508852967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=2837314256508852967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/2837314256508852967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/2837314256508852967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunflower-shaped-cake.html' title='A Sunflower-Shaped Cake'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/SpLHzS5jUNI/AAAAAAAACH8/-p4jx4RPEiE/s72-c/exps39605_TH1193306D67.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-6788297115904046235</id><published>2009-02-03T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:32:59.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tire Swings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/SpLAa-NAR7I/AAAAAAAACH0/Ruvhs8-pC4Q/s1600-h/tire+swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/SpLAa-NAR7I/AAAAAAAACH0/Ruvhs8-pC4Q/s400/tire+swing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373568875013097394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the park for a little walk&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd get a moment to finally talk&lt;br /&gt;But you never looked around when I walked by your side&lt;br /&gt;And when I followed you, you glared at me with spite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never could have given up&lt;br /&gt;If I were so strong&lt;br /&gt;But I m just a little girl&lt;br /&gt;Who got it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;I could have been all that&lt;br /&gt;Assertive type&lt;br /&gt;If I had known it would work&lt;br /&gt;and that's what you'd like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it never works like we had&lt;br /&gt;Always planned&lt;br /&gt;So when it doesnt work we&lt;br /&gt;Let it go and stand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-6788297115904046235?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/6788297115904046235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=6788297115904046235' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/6788297115904046235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/6788297115904046235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2009/02/tire-swings.html' title='Tire Swings'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/SpLAa-NAR7I/AAAAAAAACH0/Ruvhs8-pC4Q/s72-c/tire+swing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-7504727835626973887</id><published>2008-01-02T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T07:02:03.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate</title><content type='html'>Speak&lt;br /&gt;In a different language&lt;br /&gt;That no one can speak nor hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing&lt;br /&gt;In a lighter tone&lt;br /&gt;that no one can play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;For a thoughtful reason&lt;br /&gt;That no one can rationalise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live&lt;br /&gt;In a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;that you make for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say&lt;br /&gt;That you wanna be the&lt;br /&gt;Way&lt;br /&gt;that you wanna be that&lt;br /&gt;Way&lt;br /&gt;that you can&lt;br /&gt;Say &lt;br /&gt;That it's the&lt;br /&gt;Way&lt;br /&gt;you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone &lt;br /&gt;But not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Hurt&lt;br /&gt;but not broken&lt;br /&gt;Hard&lt;br /&gt;but still fragile&lt;br /&gt;Stoned&lt;br /&gt;but beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Feelings&lt;br /&gt;Abstract realism&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-7504727835626973887?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/7504727835626973887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=7504727835626973887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/7504727835626973887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/7504727835626973887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2008/01/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-8332561108814405556</id><published>2007-10-22T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:18:21.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colours of Cutie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/SpLLDDBMmZI/AAAAAAAACIM/g4C5GUMh4DI/s1600-h/colors_by_WhiteRoseOnSkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/SpLLDDBMmZI/AAAAAAAACIM/g4C5GUMh4DI/s400/colors_by_WhiteRoseOnSkin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373580558616795538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soothing soberness&lt;br /&gt;Musical waves from violin&lt;br /&gt;Sweet as the flower&lt;br /&gt;The deepest hue of &lt;strong&gt;violet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firmness felt&lt;br /&gt;A dye too stubborn to go&lt;br /&gt;The zeal and the drive&lt;br /&gt;The shade of &lt;strong&gt;indigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooth out the sky&lt;br /&gt;Unmoved whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;The trickles of changes&lt;br /&gt;All in the shades of cool &lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proven perfection&lt;br /&gt;A boulder to lean&lt;br /&gt;Gloomy shyness&lt;br /&gt;It’s here, flourishing &lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountains are moved&lt;br /&gt;All it takes a smile and a hello&lt;br /&gt;Crazy with laughter&lt;br /&gt;The happiest hue of &lt;strong&gt;yellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie soft&lt;br /&gt;But spiced up for challenge&lt;br /&gt;A steady teddy&lt;br /&gt;It’s the tangy &lt;strong&gt;orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roughened roads&lt;br /&gt;A difficult drive led&lt;br /&gt;Step by step you reach&lt;br /&gt;The purest form of &lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the rainbow I rejoiced&lt;br /&gt;And remembrance recorded&lt;br /&gt;White as a wandering cloud&lt;br /&gt;Like wading waters, I wean out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-8332561108814405556?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/8332561108814405556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=8332561108814405556' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/8332561108814405556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/8332561108814405556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2007/10/colours-of-cutie.html' title='Colours of Cutie'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/SpLLDDBMmZI/AAAAAAAACIM/g4C5GUMh4DI/s72-c/colors_by_WhiteRoseOnSkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-7860641741907570209</id><published>2007-07-04T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T04:38:29.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These songs and many more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RouGpfCdcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mlgwu2oRaUY/s1600-h/guitar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RouGpfCdcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mlgwu2oRaUY/s320/guitar.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083304651682312514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and slowly it passes&lt;br /&gt;and every minute&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and slowly people slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end&lt;br /&gt;Of the lonely day&lt;br /&gt;The starry night sky&lt;br /&gt;So unchnaged and unmoved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all you have &lt;br /&gt;All that stays right through&lt;br /&gt;Down the winding road&lt;br /&gt;That life leads you along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple words to soothe you&lt;br /&gt;Simple music to sway to&lt;br /&gt;All you need right now&lt;br /&gt;Is a simple sweet song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs; About the ones who loved&lt;br /&gt;Songs; About the ones you loved&lt;br /&gt;Songs; About the ones who left&lt;br /&gt;Songs; About the ones you left&lt;br /&gt;Songs; About the ones to come&lt;br /&gt;Songs; About the ones you take&lt;br /&gt;Songs; About the 'you' you were&lt;br /&gt;Songs; About the dreams you have&lt;br /&gt;Songs; About the open sea&lt;br /&gt;Songs; About where you'll be&lt;br /&gt;Songs; About your sad times&lt;br /&gt;Songs; About your smiles and joys&lt;br /&gt;Songs; About your footprints behind&lt;br /&gt;Songs; About the road ahead&lt;br /&gt;Songs; With words to soothe &lt;br /&gt;Songs; With music to sway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slishacrazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/goodbye-cruel-world.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These songs and many more......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-7860641741907570209?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/7860641741907570209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=7860641741907570209' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/7860641741907570209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/7860641741907570209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2007/07/these-songs-and-many-more.html' title='These songs and many more...'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RouGpfCdcUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mlgwu2oRaUY/s72-c/guitar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-1304665102201966057</id><published>2007-04-16T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T09:29:42.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>juST Another daY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RiOjplJYQ2I/AAAAAAAAADU/JYQ05koQOkI/s1600-h/a_fucked_up_morning_by_suo_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054063141581243234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RiOjplJYQ2I/AAAAAAAAADU/JYQ05koQOkI/s400/a_fucked_up_morning_by_suo_me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up&lt;br /&gt;It was late&lt;br /&gt;I left my morning&lt;br /&gt;To the fate&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;Not a soul in sight&lt;br /&gt;I fucked up&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too fogged&lt;br /&gt;Too disturbed&lt;br /&gt;Too sedated&lt;br /&gt;Too curbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be I could kill myself&lt;br /&gt;May be I could kill you&lt;br /&gt;May be I m dead already?&lt;br /&gt;May be I m just blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exist&lt;br /&gt;But I m invisible&lt;br /&gt;My flame&lt;br /&gt;Is extinguishable&lt;br /&gt;I got up&lt;br /&gt;But hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;I could see&lt;br /&gt;Life close its door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too cold&lt;br /&gt;Too frozen&lt;br /&gt;Too numb&lt;br /&gt;Too deadened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be I could kill myself&lt;br /&gt;May be I could kill you&lt;br /&gt;May be I m dead already?&lt;br /&gt;May be I m just blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;When I m gone&lt;br /&gt;When I m dead&lt;br /&gt;It’s the same&lt;br /&gt;All the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel alone... read the title...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-1304665102201966057?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/1304665102201966057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=1304665102201966057' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/1304665102201966057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/1304665102201966057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-another-day.html' title='juST Another daY'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RiOjplJYQ2I/AAAAAAAAADU/JYQ05koQOkI/s72-c/a_fucked_up_morning_by_suo_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-116160137868800024</id><published>2006-10-23T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T01:58:35.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I Belong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra9Eff9HlNI/AAAAAAAAABs/g19n9ryT3co/s1600-h/sunrise.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021307417485874386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra9Eff9HlNI/AAAAAAAAABs/g19n9ryT3co/s400/sunrise.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra85Lv9HlHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PzFyAcoMlUM/s1600-h/sunrise.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grew up on the sands&lt;br /&gt;Grew up on the shore&lt;br /&gt;Water splashing at my feet&lt;br /&gt;Calm of a wave’s roar&lt;br /&gt;Softness in the sands&lt;br /&gt;The smell of the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Warmth in the air&lt;br /&gt;The comfort when I am there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s where I belong&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I call home&lt;br /&gt;Not here, not ever&lt;br /&gt;That’s my own land&lt;br /&gt;Though never spared to watch&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise upon the silver sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a new place now&lt;br /&gt;I am living alone now&lt;br /&gt;An awesome life I lead&lt;br /&gt;Achievement on its own&lt;br /&gt;Laughter and the tears&lt;br /&gt;A varied, rich life&lt;br /&gt;But alone now&lt;br /&gt;Where do I belong now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s where I belong&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I call home&lt;br /&gt;Not here, not ever&lt;br /&gt;That’s my own land&lt;br /&gt;Though never spared to watch&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise upon the silver sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times I walked&lt;br /&gt;Along this new shore&lt;br /&gt;Remembering good old times&lt;br /&gt;Back from home sands&lt;br /&gt;Wished I was home again&lt;br /&gt;Away from this lonely life&lt;br /&gt;Shed a tear or two&lt;br /&gt;Where do I belong now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s where I belong&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I call home&lt;br /&gt;Not here, not ever&lt;br /&gt;That’s my own land&lt;br /&gt;Though never spared to watch&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise upon the silver sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dawn one day I saw&lt;br /&gt;The shimmering sheet of silver&lt;br /&gt;With a single strip of pink&lt;br /&gt;From where the flaming disk arose&lt;br /&gt;Daring the grey clouds&lt;br /&gt;A breath – taking view&lt;br /&gt;Made me wonder again&lt;br /&gt;Where do I belong now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;This is what I call home&lt;br /&gt;Right here, Right now&lt;br /&gt;It s my own land&lt;br /&gt;Taking time to watch&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise upon the silver sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-116160137868800024?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/116160137868800024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=116160137868800024' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/116160137868800024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/116160137868800024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-i-belong.html' title='Where I Belong'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra9Eff9HlNI/AAAAAAAAABs/g19n9ryT3co/s72-c/sunrise.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-115358872900279897</id><published>2006-07-22T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T03:35:17.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IF I were...</title><content type='html'>If I were a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;  I would fill the world with joys of colours&lt;br /&gt;If I were a sparkling brook&lt;br /&gt;  I would quench the thirst of weary travellers&lt;br /&gt;If I were a misty cloud&lt;br /&gt;  I would breeze past the meadows to bless the dried fields&lt;br /&gt;If I were a whispering prayer&lt;br /&gt;  I would go to god with a helpless plea&lt;br /&gt;If I were a lost spirit&lt;br /&gt;  I would go in search of the golden truth&lt;br /&gt;If I were a drop of water&lt;br /&gt;  I would wet the lips of a dying soul&lt;br /&gt;If I were a ray of light&lt;br /&gt;  I would chase the darkness to give new hope&lt;br /&gt;If I were a swift horse&lt;br /&gt;  I would neigh in symphony and gallop to freedom&lt;br /&gt;If I were a mighty eagle&lt;br /&gt;  I would fly by high with wings of grace and fire&lt;br /&gt;If I were a smoothing pebble&lt;br /&gt;  I would run to the rhythm of a flowing river&lt;br /&gt;If I were a straw of hay&lt;br /&gt;  I would bask in the sun to burn when needed&lt;br /&gt;If I were an angel&lt;br /&gt;  I would bless the world with loads of love&lt;br /&gt;If I were a figment of imagination&lt;br /&gt;  I would settle in the wits of a bright child&lt;br /&gt;If I were myself&lt;br /&gt;  I dream n dream but simply live my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-115358872900279897?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/115358872900279897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=115358872900279897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/115358872900279897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/115358872900279897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2006/07/gen-poem.html' title='IF I were...'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-115358863465931596</id><published>2006-07-22T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T03:35:04.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken Hostility</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RbJapf9HlPI/AAAAAAAAACE/cPFRnQ7IQf8/s1600-h/tears.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022176203470509298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RbJapf9HlPI/AAAAAAAAACE/cPFRnQ7IQf8/s400/tears.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this dark night&lt;br /&gt;So dark was the endless night&lt;br /&gt;No comparison,&lt;br /&gt;Not even to the strain most melancholy&lt;br /&gt;So deep that nothing is left&lt;br /&gt;Exception a morose remorse&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;So terrible in its endlessness&lt;br /&gt;But goes on,&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting the dawn&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that drives is:&lt;br /&gt;A golden ray of hope,&lt;br /&gt;A hope so less in its truth-&lt;br /&gt;A hope so impossible.&lt;br /&gt;No compassion, no shell,&lt;br /&gt;No strong shoulder now.&lt;br /&gt;The only one that has ever been&lt;br /&gt;Has broken the bond between&lt;br /&gt;Will this night ever end?&lt;br /&gt;And the darkness retreat?&lt;br /&gt;Will the normality&lt;br /&gt;Not seems such an absurdity?&lt;br /&gt;So, I say a little prayer&lt;br /&gt;A whisper, a plead, a cry to god&lt;br /&gt;Help me through the endlessness&lt;br /&gt;Guide me through the dark&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything&lt;br /&gt;Some thing worthwhile in life&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, please fulfil my wish&lt;br /&gt;Not now, at least in this lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;And take me through unspoken hostility&lt;br /&gt;Let the night end, darkness turn to light&lt;br /&gt;And fulfil my needest need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-115358863465931596?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/115358863465931596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=115358863465931596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/115358863465931596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/115358863465931596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-poem-changed-my-life-really-and.html' title='Unspoken Hostility'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RbJapf9HlPI/AAAAAAAAACE/cPFRnQ7IQf8/s72-c/tears.psd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-115358851931664584</id><published>2006-07-22T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T03:34:53.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spinning Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra881P9HlLI/AAAAAAAAABU/QoPRetsR858/s1600-h/top1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021298995055006898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra881P9HlLI/AAAAAAAAABU/QoPRetsR858/s400/top1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There works a little girl&lt;br /&gt;In a greasy, old teashop&lt;br /&gt;With pain and grief in her heart&lt;br /&gt;All she does is clean, serve and mop&lt;br /&gt;On day break by the gate&lt;br /&gt;She saw others and cursed her depressed fate&lt;br /&gt;She saw children play&lt;br /&gt;Play, play, and play&lt;br /&gt;She saw children read&lt;br /&gt;Read, read, and read&lt;br /&gt;She eyed them and wept&lt;br /&gt;Wept, wept, and wept&lt;br /&gt;Cause all she does is work&lt;br /&gt;Work, work and work&lt;br /&gt;Then to play with a top she left her work&lt;br /&gt;And got a slap and a push to get back to work&lt;br /&gt;With tears overwhelming in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She looked at the top in her hand&lt;br /&gt;And spun it to the ground as if spinning her life&lt;br /&gt;To see it spin on the land&lt;br /&gt;With tears now rolling down her cheek&lt;br /&gt;She cursed herself for being so meek&lt;br /&gt;But all she did was watch&lt;br /&gt;Watch, watch, and watch&lt;br /&gt;As the top spun round&lt;br /&gt;Round, round, and round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-115358851931664584?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/115358851931664584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=115358851931664584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/115358851931664584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/115358851931664584'/><link rel='alternate' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021300635732513986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra8-Uv9HlMI/AAAAAAAAABg/98R8CG27zb0/s400/kargil+war.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put on wings of fire&lt;br /&gt;And forgot the wings of desire.&lt;br /&gt;You are a true patriot&lt;br /&gt;And showed everyone India’s true portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re Mother India’s perfect child&lt;br /&gt;And your selfish desires are very mild.&lt;br /&gt;You may take wing, you may sail,&lt;br /&gt;You may march, but you never fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army or Navy&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it may be,&lt;br /&gt;It may even be a flight&lt;br /&gt;But you always fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you always fight&lt;br /&gt;With your heart very light,&lt;br /&gt;Even in the dark of the night&lt;br /&gt;As you are a brave knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;Me and every Indian too,&lt;br /&gt;That you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;And we shall cheer in a faithful tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother India-the paradise&lt;br /&gt;Is proud of you,&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kargil hero&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-115358841743701986?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/115358841743701986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=115358841743701986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/115358841743701986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/115358841743701986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-one-was-wen-i-was-kid-won-gold.html' title='A Kargil Hero'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra8-Uv9HlMI/AAAAAAAAABg/98R8CG27zb0/s72-c/kargil+war.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-115358830049874941</id><published>2006-07-22T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T03:34:26.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colours of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra8z9_9HlGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FEFF86GlzEk/s1600-h/flag3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021289249774212194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra8z9_9HlGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FEFF86GlzEk/s320/flag3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra8ykv9HlFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/E38uXXt238g/s1600-h/flag3.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live a life worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;Working for a cause&lt;br /&gt;You are born&lt;br /&gt;You do not know why&lt;br /&gt;God has made you special&lt;br /&gt;You belong somewhere&lt;br /&gt;A creation you are&lt;br /&gt;For a reason – you knew not&lt;br /&gt;Live your life and live it up&lt;br /&gt;And watch the colors of love&lt;br /&gt;Fluttering in the wind&lt;br /&gt;High above all else in the world&lt;br /&gt;Nourish the love of your life&lt;br /&gt;With green pastures of prosperity&lt;br /&gt;Blanket them with the snow-white clouds&lt;br /&gt;Where your scientific thoughts help it grow&lt;br /&gt;Top it up with the jewel in the crown&lt;br /&gt;By washing it with your sacrificial blood&lt;br /&gt;Coz all your love is stored in it&lt;br /&gt;Which runs in your every vein&lt;br /&gt;The mortals we are, have an end you see&lt;br /&gt;No regrets for a life lived to the fullest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born you knew not why&lt;br /&gt;You have lived a life worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;Let the end not just be an end&lt;br /&gt;Let it be a start – a ray of encouragement&lt;br /&gt;Let your death be a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;For a life that is to be after you&lt;br /&gt;Let you die knowing you died&lt;br /&gt;With your blood on the fluttering wing&lt;br /&gt;Fluttering on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;So saying you shall die&lt;br /&gt;With your body returning to your mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“India I am yours – a part of what you are.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-115358830049874941?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/115358830049874941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=115358830049874941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/115358830049874941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/115358830049874941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2006/07/colours-of-love-wrote-in-2003-changed.html' title='Colours of love'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra8z9_9HlGI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FEFF86GlzEk/s72-c/flag3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-114719757917939908</id><published>2006-05-09T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T07:36:31.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RbDkOf9HlOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8FybJSj73gw/s1600-h/oasis.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021764522265253090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RbDkOf9HlOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8FybJSj73gw/s400/oasis.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dreams fulfilled.... finally i enter IIT... with lotsa hopes and dreams... but the truth aint that way.... here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forever night&lt;br /&gt;Has finally ended&lt;br /&gt;A long awaited dawn&lt;br /&gt;Smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;Horizons far away&lt;br /&gt;The golden rays I see&lt;br /&gt;Blessed am I!&lt;br /&gt;A marvelous delight!&lt;br /&gt;Yes how I waited!&lt;br /&gt;Yes I can see it&lt;br /&gt;The huge globe of red&lt;br /&gt;Rising steady and high&lt;br /&gt;Higher with the rise&lt;br /&gt;The sun has risen&lt;br /&gt;My dreams realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golden moment&lt;br /&gt;It has come&lt;br /&gt;Flung open my arms&lt;br /&gt;To take it all in&lt;br /&gt;The coldness melted&lt;br /&gt;As the bliss of warmth&lt;br /&gt;Chased away&lt;br /&gt;Away all the chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warm rays&lt;br /&gt;Touched my soul&lt;br /&gt;Amazing emotion&lt;br /&gt;Basking in the golden light…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something’s changed&lt;br /&gt;My eyes widened&lt;br /&gt;Startling it was&lt;br /&gt;Speechless and wondering&lt;br /&gt;No longer warm&lt;br /&gt;No longer a bliss&lt;br /&gt;The cherished sun&lt;br /&gt;Scorching me&lt;br /&gt;Scorching me harsh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and confused&lt;br /&gt;I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;The mairage is gone&lt;br /&gt;The truth speaks desert&lt;br /&gt;What is real?&lt;br /&gt;What is the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams shattered&lt;br /&gt;Hopes lost&lt;br /&gt;But strong&lt;br /&gt;Strong is my faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on going&lt;br /&gt;Keep going on&lt;br /&gt;Hear your whispers&lt;br /&gt;Yes easier said&lt;br /&gt;But I set out&lt;br /&gt;In the endless desert&lt;br /&gt;I set out&lt;br /&gt;In search of the oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my lonely search&lt;br /&gt;Can feel your hands&lt;br /&gt;In my own&lt;br /&gt;Can feel your presence&lt;br /&gt;All aound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me with you&lt;br /&gt;Lead me on&lt;br /&gt;Oasis is awaiting&lt;br /&gt;Take me to it&lt;br /&gt;Take me&lt;br /&gt;To you&lt;br /&gt;Just&lt;br /&gt;Take me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-114719757917939908?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/114719757917939908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=114719757917939908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114719757917939908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114719757917939908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2006/05/oasis.html' title='The Oasis'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RbDkOf9HlOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8FybJSj73gw/s72-c/oasis.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-114719748030370125</id><published>2006-05-09T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T03:34:18.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Alone: A year of solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra86S_9HlII/AAAAAAAAAAw/w9EW9PnvjSE/s1600-h/alone1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021296207621231746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra86S_9HlII/AAAAAAAAAAw/w9EW9PnvjSE/s400/alone1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking alone&lt;br /&gt;I hear them talk&lt;br /&gt;Words said and heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone&lt;br /&gt;Is this the pain?&lt;br /&gt;I know not what’s ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone&lt;br /&gt;It’s a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;But where does it lead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family call&lt;br /&gt;To give strength to my step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone&lt;br /&gt;Coz they don walk&lt;br /&gt;Not with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone&lt;br /&gt;Hopes of the dreamt&lt;br /&gt;Ethiopia lead me on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone&lt;br /&gt;The little dear&lt;br /&gt;Knows courage and fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone&lt;br /&gt;The forest’s beautiful&lt;br /&gt;With dark secrets held?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone&lt;br /&gt;With creepy little things&lt;br /&gt;It is just my thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting a golden dawn&lt;br /&gt;Dawn does exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone&lt;br /&gt;Hope’s all there is&lt;br /&gt;Ethiopia has nights too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone&lt;br /&gt;Through dark nights&lt;br /&gt;Darker still ahead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone&lt;br /&gt;Keep it going on&lt;br /&gt;Things may just get better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone?&lt;br /&gt;Not when I can feel it&lt;br /&gt;Feel that eternal presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone?&lt;br /&gt;When I sense&lt;br /&gt;That firm hand hold mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone?&lt;br /&gt;When the golden light&lt;br /&gt;Leads me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone?&lt;br /&gt;Along a dark path?&lt;br /&gt;But I can see the light&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a light&lt;br /&gt;Faint but strong&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the hand&lt;br /&gt;A secure firm grip&lt;br /&gt;Telling me, I am never alone&lt;br /&gt;I can see it and feel it&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-114719748030370125?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/114719748030370125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=114719748030370125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114719748030370125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114719748030370125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-poem-i-wrote-during-my-long-term.html' title='Walking Alone: A year of solitude'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra86S_9HlII/AAAAAAAAAAw/w9EW9PnvjSE/s72-c/alone1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-114719738943673360</id><published>2006-05-09T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T03:34:03.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Mirror! My Mirror!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RbJdpv9HlRI/AAAAAAAAACc/sfVqw_aJLqc/s1600-h/refl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022179506300359954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RbJdpv9HlRI/AAAAAAAAACc/sfVqw_aJLqc/s400/refl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I looked into my mirror&lt;br /&gt;And oh! What did I see?&lt;br /&gt;A little girl&lt;br /&gt;Playing in the sand&lt;br /&gt;And living in the world of fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into my mirror&lt;br /&gt;And oh! What did I see?&lt;br /&gt;A young woman&lt;br /&gt;Braving her way&lt;br /&gt;Striving to be somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into my mirror&lt;br /&gt;And oh! What did I see?&lt;br /&gt;A brave knight&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for his countrymen&lt;br /&gt;Courage and fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into my mirror&lt;br /&gt;And oh! What did I see?&lt;br /&gt;A greedy merchant&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied as he drunk&lt;br /&gt;The blood of the poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into my mirror&lt;br /&gt;And oh! What did I see?&lt;br /&gt;A lovely damsel&lt;br /&gt;Conversing with her lover&lt;br /&gt;On the beauty of the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into my mirror&lt;br /&gt;And oh! What did I see?&lt;br /&gt;A godly doctor&lt;br /&gt;Blessing a dying soul&lt;br /&gt;With waters of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into my mirror&lt;br /&gt;And oh! What did I see?&lt;br /&gt;A proud mother&lt;br /&gt;Laughing with her baby&lt;br /&gt;As it took its very first steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into my mirror&lt;br /&gt;And oh! What did I see?&lt;br /&gt;A serial killer&lt;br /&gt;Mercilessly slaughtering a life&lt;br /&gt;Drinking from the cup of Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into my mirror&lt;br /&gt;And oh! What did I see?&lt;br /&gt;A grieving daughter&lt;br /&gt;Weeping at a grave&lt;br /&gt;Where her father slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into my mirror&lt;br /&gt;And oh! What did I see?&lt;br /&gt;A lost soul&lt;br /&gt;Seeking the eternal truth&lt;br /&gt;And searching the Unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into my mirror&lt;br /&gt;And oh! What did I see?&lt;br /&gt;A solitary man&lt;br /&gt;Praying in solemn&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the depth of silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into my mirror&lt;br /&gt;And oh! What did I see?&lt;br /&gt;A veiled corpse&lt;br /&gt;Veiled by Death in deep slumber&lt;br /&gt;With the spirit hovering over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into my mirror&lt;br /&gt;And oh! What did I see?&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Enchanting mirror&lt;br /&gt;Tell me who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, my friend,&lt;br /&gt;Am life,&lt;br /&gt;Your inner soul&lt;br /&gt;That which is a part of&lt;br /&gt;The Supreme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-114719738943673360?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/114719738943673360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=114719738943673360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114719738943673360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114719738943673360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-mirror-my-mirror-wrote-this-long.html' title='Oh Mirror! My Mirror!'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RbJdpv9HlRI/AAAAAAAAACc/sfVqw_aJLqc/s72-c/refl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-114406541124145897</id><published>2006-04-03T04:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T10:14:30.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fairy Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RbJbof9HlQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fQkG60wh-8o/s1600-h/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022177285802267906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RbJbof9HlQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fQkG60wh-8o/s400/girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a fairy&lt;br /&gt;Just want to grow&lt;br /&gt;A couple a wings&lt;br /&gt;Jump into the skies&lt;br /&gt;And take off&lt;br /&gt;Lift up to&lt;br /&gt;Swim in dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where soft breeze&lt;br /&gt;Ruffles my clothes&lt;br /&gt;Stars decorate&lt;br /&gt;My hair&lt;br /&gt;The moon is a pendant&lt;br /&gt;Upon my breast&lt;br /&gt;The Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;- my tiara&lt;br /&gt;The dew drops are&lt;br /&gt;My earrings&lt;br /&gt;The sun&lt;br /&gt;- my golden throne&lt;br /&gt;Yes-&lt;br /&gt;This is my kingdom&lt;br /&gt;The adobe&lt;br /&gt;Of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And I am&lt;br /&gt;The Princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-114406541124145897?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/114406541124145897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=114406541124145897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114406541124145897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114406541124145897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2006/04/fairy-princess.html' title='The fairy Princess'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RbJbof9HlQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/fQkG60wh-8o/s72-c/girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-114406535157386724</id><published>2006-04-03T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T11:20:16.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill Me... On and On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RbJrTP9HlTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nB7-9T22ww8/s1600-h/Ashes_Liquid_World.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022194512916092210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RbJrTP9HlTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nB7-9T22ww8/s400/Ashes_Liquid_World.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I am right here&lt;br /&gt;So disconnected&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters&lt;br /&gt;No more Not ever&lt;br /&gt;Numb and drunk&lt;br /&gt;No cares No worries&lt;br /&gt;Jus a smug on my face&lt;br /&gt;My glass touches my lips&lt;br /&gt;Intoxicated, I stare up&lt;br /&gt;Stare at the dark night sky&lt;br /&gt;Little tiny stars winking&lt;br /&gt;A faint smile on my lips&lt;br /&gt;Looking around&lt;br /&gt;People everywhere&lt;br /&gt;People in distress&lt;br /&gt;People in joy too much&lt;br /&gt;Either too much of it&lt;br /&gt;Or too little of it&lt;br /&gt;Never perfect&lt;br /&gt;Men…. Never satisfied&lt;br /&gt;My glass almost empty&lt;br /&gt;Fill it again&lt;br /&gt;Yeah…&lt;br /&gt;I was right here&lt;br /&gt;Not now&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have faded&lt;br /&gt;Faded painfully slow&lt;br /&gt;Faded into the dark shadows&lt;br /&gt;Faded forever…&lt;br /&gt;Fill me again&lt;br /&gt;Before my glass is empty&lt;br /&gt;Fill me again&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stay invisible&lt;br /&gt;Fill me again&lt;br /&gt;Till my soul disappears&lt;br /&gt;Fill me again&lt;br /&gt;Till I no longer exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-114406535157386724?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/114406535157386724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=114406535157386724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114406535157386724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114406535157386724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2006/04/fill-me-on-and-one.html' title='Fill Me... On and On'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RbJrTP9HlTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nB7-9T22ww8/s72-c/Ashes_Liquid_World.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-114406531224481515</id><published>2006-04-03T04:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T01:20:05.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Back My Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra87q_9HlKI/AAAAAAAAABI/tiw6KkUFBnU/s1600-h/fairy4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021297719449719970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra87q_9HlKI/AAAAAAAAABI/tiw6KkUFBnU/s400/fairy4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lights go out&lt;br /&gt;The summer turns winter&lt;br /&gt;The storm breaks out&lt;br /&gt;And drowns me under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire seeps up&lt;br /&gt;The molten dreams smash&lt;br /&gt;The body is all scorched&lt;br /&gt;Till all is left in ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the stab&lt;br /&gt;And what’s little left in pain&lt;br /&gt;Covers the world in grief&lt;br /&gt;Till the soul is all slain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed of roses so thought&lt;br /&gt;Well hidden and thorned&lt;br /&gt;Stung dark and deep within&lt;br /&gt;Till the heart bleeds&lt;br /&gt;And the soul is mourned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last little thought&lt;br /&gt;To keep on breathing&lt;br /&gt;To live to see tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;When all is well and shining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back my angel&lt;br /&gt;And undo what’s done&lt;br /&gt;Piece back my life together&lt;br /&gt;With strings of love, under the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwound my body&lt;br /&gt;Unbreak my heart&lt;br /&gt;Unslay my soul&lt;br /&gt;Stay never to part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weave me my life&lt;br /&gt;Cover me in dreams&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Together in sparkling streams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-114406531224481515?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/114406531224481515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=114406531224481515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114406531224481515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114406531224481515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2006/04/come-back-my-angel.html' title='Come Back My Angel'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra87q_9HlKI/AAAAAAAAABI/tiw6KkUFBnU/s72-c/fairy4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-114406527631274354</id><published>2006-04-03T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:37:42.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shell</title><content type='html'>So many things said and done&lt;br /&gt;Many go unexplained&lt;br /&gt;Dunno how and never why&lt;br /&gt;Wounds are never healed&lt;br /&gt;Cover it and retreat in&lt;br /&gt;That’s how it’s always been&lt;br /&gt;All the pain penned down&lt;br /&gt;And the poems go unread&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-114406527631274354?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/114406527631274354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=114406527631274354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114406527631274354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114406527631274354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2006/04/shell.html' title='The Shell'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-114406524084513510</id><published>2006-04-03T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T01:17:43.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayed and Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra87Hv9HlJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0SrhnyvfQmg/s1600-h/broken.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021297113859331218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra87Hv9HlJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0SrhnyvfQmg/s400/broken.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;Hidden stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Smoky shadows on earth&lt;br /&gt;Stench of betrayal in the air&lt;br /&gt;Blood pooling in the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth stamped underground&lt;br /&gt;Kingdom of the Traitors&lt;br /&gt;Bitten by bitter promises&lt;br /&gt;Stabbed by belief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faded in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Numb is the heart&lt;br /&gt;Life hovers like a ghost&lt;br /&gt;Soulless and insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiny pieces of metal&lt;br /&gt;Rule the verses and canvas&lt;br /&gt;Soft and tender colors&lt;br /&gt;Shape deepest shade of black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth exposed to the world&lt;br /&gt;Doped in unfathomable lies&lt;br /&gt;Secrets known is a criminal&lt;br /&gt;Unfolded in an asylum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-114406524084513510?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/114406524084513510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=114406524084513510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114406524084513510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114406524084513510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2006/04/betrayed-and-broken.html' title='Betrayed and Broken'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/Ra87Hv9HlJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0SrhnyvfQmg/s72-c/broken.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-114406518803577689</id><published>2006-04-03T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T03:56:22.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don Feel No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RcMmu_9HlUI/AAAAAAAAADA/QjWoj8tKLZw/s1600-h/fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026904197959226690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RcMmu_9HlUI/AAAAAAAAADA/QjWoj8tKLZw/s400/fe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RbJh2_9HlSI/AAAAAAAAACo/aEH0cqxMMVo/s1600-h/Yesterday__s_Feelings_by_littlemewhatever.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel I can&lt;br /&gt;Go on further&lt;br /&gt;Coz I have a heart&lt;br /&gt;Made of stone&lt;br /&gt;I think I can&lt;br /&gt;Keep going on&lt;br /&gt;Coz I don feel&lt;br /&gt;No more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more pain&lt;br /&gt;No more laughter&lt;br /&gt;I can’t feel myself&lt;br /&gt;No longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone outta myself&lt;br /&gt;Body is wounded&lt;br /&gt;Heart is stabbed&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone outta myself&lt;br /&gt;All hopes mourned&lt;br /&gt;Dreams obsolete&lt;br /&gt;All fantasies buried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more pain&lt;br /&gt;No more laughter&lt;br /&gt;I can’t feel myself&lt;br /&gt;No longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno&lt;br /&gt;I don see&lt;br /&gt;I don feel&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue&lt;br /&gt;What’s going on&lt;br /&gt;Like I care…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more pain&lt;br /&gt;No more laughter&lt;br /&gt;I can’t feel myself&lt;br /&gt;No longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-114406518803577689?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/114406518803577689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=114406518803577689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114406518803577689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114406518803577689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-don-feel-no-more.html' title='I Don Feel No More'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eJ78a46Qmc/RcMmu_9HlUI/AAAAAAAAADA/QjWoj8tKLZw/s72-c/fe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288757.post-114406395498250145</id><published>2006-04-03T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:37:39.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason</title><content type='html'>ok... the reason why i started blogging... sometimes it feels better to let myself out... and let my problems flow on... to ppl i don really know... then i don have to think of wat they might be thinking abt me... they may never know who i am... so basking in my anonymity... i can go ahead and let myself loose... let my hair down... and my tears roll.... so hears goes... " to my blogsite"... say cheers....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25288757-114406395498250145?l=lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/feeds/114406395498250145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25288757&amp;postID=114406395498250145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114406395498250145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25288757/posts/default/114406395498250145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakes-and-roses.blogspot.com/2006/04/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>Twilight Fairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16229634396897096184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
