Aryana Hanna

hall 5

I would love to dive into the blue of the ocean, through the ocean.Steps keep going, step by step. "Oh finally arrived, this is the place that I went to during a long tiring journey" I said quietly, sitting on a rock while meeting both feet on the grassy ground

"Hm. can a plain girl like me dive into the blue of the ocean?"

there the grassy land is earth, earth for all settled beings.all are no exception.."all have their own rights and responsibilities" I said reminding myself.

I am not a steel-handed girl, nor an iron-legged, nor a stone-headed girl nor a golden-armored girl.I am only a rose but not thorny, my petals almost withered dry. do you know if I can get there like that? Ha....ha..ha I will answer. " roses must have trees, right? it has roots too, right? I won't die just because the petals wither, I won't die just because the leaves fall off, and that's not all. I won't die just because one little thing twigs as a body has dried up"

see I see you, how different are you from me? we will never be the same, so do not ever want to be the same, to be yourself is much better and honorable.Rather than to be a pest, no profit only causes loss.no, no, never hang life under another life.seek and own the path of each life as it was born, to grasp tightly the grassy soil using the roots, the trunk grows towering through the clouds through the sky, through the sky, widened foliage provides shade, fragrant as fragrant as blossom flowers change fruit sweet taste sour fresh seductive.all will arrive at the desired destination

REACH A DREAM AS HIGH AS THE SKY AS THE SAYING OF OLD PEOPLE OF ANCIENT TIMES

why not ask? how can a rose not be thorny? when are you not thorny anymore? who made you not thorny? how can you not be thorny? where are you not thorny anymore? the answer is just one word "god"

not all who are born must have a creator, of course. LORD ALMIGHTY ESA, he who created any creature and thing in this world that is seen or unseen, touched or untouchable, audible or inaudible.

I am not a poet, many questions arise in the mind of the mind just to find a definite answer, but sometimes I do not find any answer lost. then I believe that all who live must have a creator, which is called by the name of God.

my beloved heart always teaches about the difference between the word good/bad. the same, both start with the letter B

bad when you are down, good when you rise.he always calls me to rise up when I am feeling down.He said "honey, dear, when you are feeling a sudden sense of sadness, then strike your heart.First look for your god to ask for forgiveness and second seek me for protection" he spoke in a patient, understanding voice

"how do you think? am I going to leave you alone? I'm afraid to be alone, aren't you going to leave me alone? then what's your answer to me" he heard squashed his jaw teeth

a thin widened smile was blushed, cheeks slightly blushed "love, I love you"

"i love you, love"

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the pounding of the waves drenched the cliffs, slowly eroded. the wind blew, pulling forcefully poked cliffs.water swept, the valley of death was on the surface of the cliff.

I once asked my beloved "what a difference I am with another self" my voice quietly whispered in her ear

"because I choose you, don't choose another self.different you to another, your smile brings strength to me, so keep living together with me. die together with me, we are not separated forever."

the answer he gave was so poetic sounding combating.no wonder, he was so clever at teasing let alone the temptation of the bed, he was the most expert, hem....! very expert need not doubt, a senior master 'he is a man and I am a woman' we are two into one

lovebirds are like the heart of love in the form of roots and tree trunks that always sustain when I always always endlessly need them, 'we together will dive the blue of the ocean, wading through the ocean'