Yeah i get it its short Chibimoongirl leave the suspends
Renesmee's POV
I was walking to my parents meadow but i was wasnt paying attention to the beauty i was লেখা a poem:
A winter night,
Cold and harsh
He only holds me in his too hot hands
Our প্রণয় is like a blooming rose
Only ten times faster
And আরো sweeter
He disolves in darkness,
My handsome knight is gone
But he doesnt come back
LIke i thought he would
Back to the meadow
Here I am
ফুলেরডালি growing so vibrantly
But my meadow is gone
And so is he.
I was so deep inside this poem like it was worth everything to me. But at the same time i was listening to my আইপড the song was My Immortal দ্বারা এভানেসেন্স and it just reminded me of him. I heard noises even with the সঙ্গীত on full blast but i didnt care i just sat there waiting for sleepiness take over me. But the pain of staining in my হৃদয় was just to much and i saw bare feet in front of me.
Renesmee's POV
I was walking to my parents meadow but i was wasnt paying attention to the beauty i was লেখা a poem:
A winter night,
Cold and harsh
He only holds me in his too hot hands
Our প্রণয় is like a blooming rose
Only ten times faster
And আরো sweeter
He disolves in darkness,
My handsome knight is gone
But he doesnt come back
LIke i thought he would
Back to the meadow
Here I am
ফুলেরডালি growing so vibrantly
But my meadow is gone
And so is he.
I was so deep inside this poem like it was worth everything to me. But at the same time i was listening to my আইপড the song was My Immortal দ্বারা এভানেসেন্স and it just reminded me of him. I heard noises even with the সঙ্গীত on full blast but i didnt care i just sat there waiting for sleepiness take over me. But the pain of staining in my হৃদয় was just to much and i saw bare feet in front of me.
When she first looked into her daughters dark চকোলেট eyes she felt প্রণয় and happiness. The soft broze curls in her hair shot a feeling of hope in her body;that she was alive.She felt প্রণয় for this little one.
A kind of প্রণয় she had never felt before:of প্রণয় and protection. The kind of প্রণয় a mother feels.A প্রণয় so passionate it hurt for her to feel.
The অ্যাঞ্জেল looking back at her was the most beutiful she had ever seen. No one had ever imagined such beuty.
Then the little cherub clutched her mothers finger and the two felt প্রণয় and happiness forever.
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A kind of প্রণয় she had never felt before:of প্রণয় and protection. The kind of প্রণয় a mother feels.A প্রণয় so passionate it hurt for her to feel.
The অ্যাঞ্জেল looking back at her was the most beutiful she had ever seen. No one had ever imagined such beuty.
Then the little cherub clutched her mothers finger and the two felt প্রণয় and happiness forever.
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