Little girl.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl…

Who watched the birds fly as their wings curl..

She had to see the world and knew she could try,,

So she sewed a pair of wings and painted it sky…

Once upon a time the kings raged a war,

They snatched away her wings and trapped them in a jar..

They took away the needles and colours of sky,

And shot arrows with the note “Do not dare to fly!”

Once upon a time the arrows broke down,

Music and love surrounded the town..

The little girl learnt to dance and heal sick birds,

And collected their feathers to write afterwards…

Once upon a time the girl found some yarn,

She spun it with the feathers and people begun to warn..

Running through the fields, crying with joy,

She spread her wings and learnt to fly….

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Forgiveness..

Placing his crown on the side table,

Listening to the Prince’s fable,

Kissed goodnight to the princess’s forehead,

Watching them sleep on the silk bed,

He looked around the room glistening with gold,

“Why do I feel feeble and old?

When I’m still young with valour and vision,

Why does my heart feel wounded with a lesion,

When I have all the treasures to give,

And I live a life people dream to live?”

Listening to the King’s silent pain,

A voice whispered through the rain,

“A smile is all you need to give,

To live with peace you must learn to Forgive”…

A Ballad…

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SCARBOROUGH FAIR…

Male part:

“Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Remember me to the one who lives there,
For once she was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Without any seam or needlework,
Then she shall be a true love of mine.
Tell her to wash it in yonder well,
Where never sprung water nor rain ever fell,
Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,
Then she shall be a true lover of mine.”

Female part:

“Now he has asked me questions three,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
I hope he’ll answer as many for me,
Before he shall be a true lover of mine.
Tell him to buy me an acre of land,
Between the salt water and the sea sand
Tell him to plough it with a ram’s horn,
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Tell him to sheer’t with a sickle of leather,
And bind it up with a peacock’s feather
Tell him to thrash it on yonder wall,
And never let one corn of it fall
When he has done and finished his work.
Oh, tell him to come and he’ll have his shirt,
And he shall be a true lover of mine.”

A traditional English Ballad…

-Author: Unknown