How could I bid you farewell, my love? How could my salutation of departure ever be given to you forever? I am a lonely and mournful dove. One who soars across the fathomless Mediterranean Sea. I said farewell to you my darling, but it was only for a while. I hear you calling, and beckoning me to come back home. Therefore, I must embrace this time and take wing. Embarking on a solitary journey of five thousand miles.
I rise up and am uplifted upon the billows of the wind. The wind whispers secrets about life 's incomprehensible mysteries. It skips upon infinite stretches of sea. Endless miles of rocky, white coasts, and diving waves of splendour. My dearest motherland, I will fly beyond the breadth of the sea, and into your arms. Just as dandelion seeds dance upon the breeze. In a moment, my eyes will meet your soil. Time has been spent like a vapour, and I now return to your borders.
O heart of God[WU1] , swallow me up! Draw my soul near to your bosom. You can never be likened unto the barrenness of the desert. If you were, you would be its desert rose. The fertile fields of your Beqaa valley are lush and emerald green. The rows of your crops sow seeds of resistance. The doe and the fawn skip elegantly across your swaying grasslands. The grapes of your vineyards are like amethyst. In the spring, I walk barefoot across the awakening of
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No, not even at the end of time. Your resistance has freed you from the chains of invading conquerors. The sacrifice and zeal of your men have brought back your dignity. Verses of emotion cry out from my belly. In lamentation, I wail saying, "Your sacred soil will not be deserted, nor will your borders be perilous!" Open your eyes, my love! The currents of your streams are flowing freely. The stones of your hilltops sing aloud. So rise up and be jubilant! Victory is in your hand. The men of God have accomplished their duty. The supplications of our people have been
Hi, um, my name’s Phil. I’m a peanut. Yep, just a peanut, not anything special like a dog with a family to love or even an almond, which is actually a nut. Nope, I’m just a little peanut trying to live as long as I can before somebody scoops me up, plops me in a bag, and takes me home to be a nice after-school snack. Now you might be wondering, How do you have thoughts, you’re just a peanut?
Hi, Im Keitoro, I 'd like to tell you the story of how I died. You may wonder why am I telling you the story of my death. confusing yeah?you’ll find out. so let’s go back to the start. I 'm 16 years old average boy, no girlfriend, and truly lonely.
Strong winds from the east pulled across the land, bringing dust with it. The grasses flickered in the gusts and filtered the dust. A light dusty haze laid atop the flat horizon that encircled and surrounded the land. Nothing could be seen for miles and for miles. The land and the blue above were infinite.
It was very beautiful because it wasn’t hurried and it was no longer a lament. I seemed to hear with what burning he had made it his, with what burning we had yet to make it ours, how we could cease lamenting. Freedom lurked around us and I understood, at last, that he could help us to be free if we would listen, that he would never be free
Hi, I’m…… well I guess you know what I am by now. It’s funny how we met so easily remember when you slept over brain’s house the other day and you felt weird. Well here I am, the parasite you were trying to scratch off your body but it never worked. See I told you it was funny well funny for me in a way.
The story “Storms at Sea” by William Bradford, tells of the fierce journey of a ship crossing the vast ocean. By telling this story the Author is able to show the reader the hardships faced with traveling in that time period and the hope that awaited them. Although the journey was hard and they didn’t have the everyday luxuries they loved, they knew that across the sea there was freedom waiting for them.
The clouds persevere though, they sprinkle out the wicked hopes of the cheatgrass. They keep the rivers babbling to the beautiful twisted knot of trees. They give a gulp of refreshing water to the dry desert dust, giving it a squishy voice to add into nature’s song. Soon the birds, the crickets and the frogs will come back and add their
Monday through Friday I stayed with my grandmother and great aunt, so that I could go to school. I was in elementary school at the time. I use to listen to my uncle play different types of music on his stereo so that he could mimic the sound with the instruments he was playing. I used to sing along with him dreaming that one day I would be able to sing just like the singers on the albums my uncle would play to. As time went on, my mother met a man that she felt was a good man.
The monologue I chose to perform is from the movie You, Me, and Dupree, by Michael Lesieur and it is delivered by the character Randolph Dupree. Prior to the point of the movie the monologue is given, Dupree is fired from his job and loses his house due to taking five days off to attending Carl’s (his best friend) wedding as the best man. Carl welcomes him to stay at his house for a few days. During one of those days, Carl is called into work the morning he is supposed to give a career day speech to his wife’s elementary school classroom.
The land is natural and fully grown in emphasizing that setting is integral to the rest of the story. Using setting as a strong foundation for the trajectory of the story, the author seeds the themes of Ignorance and neediness, but also love. A small path winds through this forest giving Ms. Phoenix Jackson a place
We packed our stuff and headed to a nearby airport station where our journey would soon begin. We were gathered and waiting to enter the plane with other families like us who seemed to be headed to the same destination. I couldn’t help but laugh when looking at the plane thinking that it had no way of taking us to our destined point. I soon came to be wrong when it lifted off and began to fly above the clouds while the country become more distant with each blink of an eye. I soon remembered a past memory of a time where I flew a kite as reaching and soaring to new heights while searching for new places to discover like the plane that was searching for our next stop where we would soon live.
As I began to finish vomiting up the last of the yams, I began to feel something I have never felt in a long time. The feeling of despair, sadness, and loneliness left my mind and heart. I never felt so light and joyous in my entire life. From then on, my presence in the village changed. I was admired and liked by
Golden rays danced across the deep blue surface of the still water as the day awoke. A cascade of light enveloped the horizon, unveiling a bountiful array of colours. Fields of red roses serenaded the sky, while enormous willow trees, swayed in the light breeze, applauding its arrival. Perched precariously upon a thin branch stood a delicate wood pigeon. Without warning a loud crack echoed across the area and the pigeon fell to the mercy of gravity.
I feel it radiating into my blood, as my heart skips a beat. Soon, enlightened by a beating pair of wings effortlessly moving up and down, more fragile than the glass that once was sitting on the edge of the table. The fluttering pair of painted silk wings circles my front, as another pair comes into sight, creating a delicate breeze that brushes past my quilted cold cheeks. I manage to smile at the picturesque view in front of me, sending a warm satisfaction to my body as it sparks my heart and floods my eyes with tear-filled blur.
I'm moving gently forward, over the wild and beautiful, unexplored world below me. I'm floating in silence, and breaking it up with the sound of my breath. Above me, there’s nothing but shimmery light, the place where I've come from, and will go back to when I am done here. I'm going deeper past the wrinkled rocks and dark seaweed, toward a deep blueness where a school of silver fish wait. As I swim through the water, bubbles burst from me, wobbling like little jellyfish as they rise.