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ユニス☆



the RAINBOWS will tell my STORY
and for ME
it shall be PAINTED with the SKY


orion






people wish me happy birthday on every August 13th~!
im proud to be a Catholic
and addicted to japan related things


loves; hamham&family
green and yellow
photography&writing poems
spacing out and smiling/laughing
japan&kawaii stuff
playing the guitar&
drawing cute faces(^U^)


a little note;

i say NO to ✖copycats
because everything on me&in me
are Copyrighted!
&& please don't flood or spam too.
nasty people,go away~!
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Enjoy~


santa claus please;

family to be in good health & wealth{❤} meet hamham again{❤}
get good grades for 'O's{!}           canon camera{!}
japanese kimono{!}              trip to japan{!}
a kitten & puppy{❤}             japan related stuff
white headress                meet沙我&虎{❤!}
immigrate to JAPAN!~{!}

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Thursday, August 21, 2008

What Is Life?
And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run,
A mist retreating from the morning sun,
A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream.
Its length? A minute's pause, a moment's thought.
And Happiness? A bubble on the stream,
That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought.

And what is Hope? The puffing gale of morn,
That of its charms divests the dewy lawn,
And robs each flow'ret of its gem—and dies;
A cobweb, hiding disappointment's thorn,
Which stings more keenly through the thin disguise.

And what is Death? Is still the cause unfound?
That dark mysterious name of horrid sound?
A long and lingering sleep the weary crave.
And Peace? Where can its happiness abound?
Nowhere at all, save heaven and the grave.

Then what is Life? When stripped of its disguise,
A thing to be desired it cannot be;
Since everything that meets our foolish eyes
Gives proof sufficient of its vanity.
'Tis but a trial all must undergo,
To teach unthankful mortals how to prize
That happiness vain man's denied to know,
Until he's called to claim it in the skies.


-by John Clare


this is an beautiful poem about Life.
Just wanted to share (:


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