One day a little young child was watching the roses in the garden, and he took a leaf of a rose and wrote on it a love story. At the same time the breezes was playing with the nature, and it carried the leaf of the rose and went to the river, and put the leaf at the surface. The river was running fast towards the sea with the story on the leaf swim with it. When the river met the sea, it handed the sea the story. So.. The waves of the sea passed on the leaf to each other, until the sea bird picked the story and flow so high, then the bird dropped the leaf on the volcano while it was revolting, so the leaf was flowing with the lava from the top of the volcano towards the ground. The night air and the cold weather helped the lava - which has the leaf on it – to turn into a rock, and the rock stayed under the sun for a lot of centuries and the story still on it, until me and you came to the life and live it. So.. Our love has
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Sunday, May 11, 2008
The innocence of the children
The softness of the leaf
The gentleness of the breeze
The sweetness of the river
The coddling of the sea waves
The towering of the sea birds
The revolution of the volcanoes
The solidity of the rocks
The heat of the sun
The greatness of the history
Love has all these features we have to keep it in our hearts, and never get it out.
wrote by
Maha Hamza
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