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the story of the boy with no name
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the story of the boy with no name |
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DeSi - BG Junior Member
since 2008-08-12
Posts 18BULGARIA |
Once upon a time there was a boy He lived in a little house near a river But for him there was no joy Cuss other kids annoy him, he was different He was just a little kid Always shy and pent Living in his own quiet world Every day was the same, with no event He had no friends, no one to talk to Always sating indoors, looking from his room Seeing how other children laugh so true Hi tried to smile too, but inside it was so gloom No one knew why he couldn`t be happy No one even knew his name In people`s eyes he was a freak, CRAPPY But they just didn`t knew that not all the people are the same That boy never talks or smiles He never plays outside like a kid One day I asked him “WHY” And he said “cuss I don`t know how, to me it is forbid” He never cries, he never shows any pain Strange in the other eyes, but ordinary for him self Like he is tided up to some kinds of chain That does not pass true his hands… I won`t call that kid with his real name Cuss he didn`t have one Without a picture, just a frame Hi didn`t need a name, he was no one… But there was one thing hi liked That kid played on a violin And the music that came up from it Was like a music from a whole concert, when he begins Only he didn`t listen to his art, he was deaf But he could see it, not the notes, but the music itself He knew all the tones and clefs He was full inside of them, filling himself Only when he plays, his face was smiling Only then, when he was painting the notes And after all there is no use of lying He was like us, he was one of us The Fate That You Will Win Is The Half Battle, The Other Half Is In The Way You Fight!!! |
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