Hi,
I want to say first of all? that I think you speak beautifully.
I campare your letters to butterflies.
(I mean the scribing of them)
Beautiful Language.
Teach me?
Lets read classic poems.
A classic American heartbreaking poem.
Little Boy Blue,
Author is Eugene Field.
The litle toy dog is covered with dust,
but sturdy and stanch he stands:
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new.
And the soldier was passing fair,
and that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and placed them there.
"Now, don't you go till I come," he said,
" And don't you make any noise!"
So toddling off to his trundle-bed
He dreamed of the pretty toys.
And as he was dreaming, and angel song
Awakend our Little Boy Blue-
Oh, the years are many, the years are long,
But the little toy friends are true.
Ay, Faithful to LIttle Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old place,
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face.
And they wonder, as waiting these long years through,
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue
Sinse he kissed them and put them there.
Beautiful..more please!!:)