There are different periods of time in each person’s life. Some of them can be so special that we can never forget. The memories in
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O the smell of grass! I am here playing volleyball after school time! Here I am walking slowly by Holden in the park, and I am pulling the swing for Shadiah!
O the sound of gentleness! Here I am playing ultimate freebee, and watching everyone in the two houses fighting with water by the creek.
O the violet color of sunset! Here is Anastasia in front of me, telling me she likes my jacket, and then be gone forever…
O the wind! I am with my team performing our last break-dance show after many days practicing. And here is Kimberlee’s ice cream, nothing but sweet and cold, combining with the wind to push me collapse.
The sky is getting darker, and the air is getting colder. The party is ended, and people are saying goodbye to each other. Here comes Jungmin the Admirable, being hugged by all the girls.
There is anything but rain. Why, let it be raining, or the tears can’t be covered!
Standing alone in the grass with wind and looking at the sunset, the black sheep is home.
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"The days may come, the days may go,
But still the hands of memory weave
The blissful dreams of long ago."
--George Cooper
"Even the death of friends will inspire us as much as their lives...Their memories will be encrusted over with sublime and pleasing thoughts, as monuments of other men are overgrown with moss; for our friends have no place in the graveyard."
--Henry David Thoreau
Miss you, Anh!
Hey
I was in Missouri today - Springfield.
I just got back from a nice long spring break, which just happened to include skipping a week of school. It'll be good to be back. (Though Monday morning will be a bit of a shock.)
Richard
Anh, you are a thinker and a poet. I'm Juniper's aunt, and I remember your speech at your graduation. You impressed me then and you continue to. I kept a journal for years, but in the last few years I've let it become a luxury instead of a priority. Reading your prose makes me realize how much I've lost through neglect, similar to your observation of losing your edge with English. You're inspiring me to adjust my priorities and enjoy the discipline of careful thought an writing again.
I'm eager to read your next entry. I will pray for you regularly.
Blessings to you!
Linda Carson
@Juniper's aunt: it's such a great pleasure for me to have you visit my blog, and I also remember you talking to me in the graduation.
I believe it would be nice if we consider writing as "a luxury" with an attitude toward "a priority" (makes things much more inspiring).
Thank you for your comment.
hey anh,
i absolutely loved your poem!
it really brought me back to remember last year, and how much all of us at school had! thanks for bringing back those fun memories!
-lacey
I have no idea how my post turns to be considered as "my poem"? o.0 It doesn't even have any single rhyme! And the sentences are too long for lines of verve.
Anyway, I am glad that you read it, Lacey.
Dear Anh,
I am so glad I found your blog again. I appreciate seeing your insides. Montana misses you too!!
Hope
Anh I love you so much. We need a huge, joyous reunion, possibly with feasting involved. No, definitely feasting. You can be the bard and sing tales of our past times together.
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