IWANT to give you something my child,for we
are drifting in the stream of the world.
Our lives will be carried apart, and our love forgotten.
BUt i am not so foolish as to hope that i could buy
your heart with my gifts.
Young is your life, your path long, and you drink the love we bring you at one draught and turn and run away from us.
You have your play and your playmates. What
harm is there if you have no time or thought for us.
We. indeed, have leisure enough in old age to count the days that are past, to cherish in our hearts what our hands have lost for ever.
The river runs swift with a song breaking through all barries. but the mountain stays and remembers, and follows her with his love
di ketik ulang dari buku THE CRESCENT MOON byRabindranath Tagore.
Hehehehehehehe...........................
gi asik sama buku bacaan baru :)) gw pikir ini enak tuk di bagi-bagi ............ masih banyak prase yg bagus2 tuk gw ketik ulang disini :D..............
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