1. im actually only 13
2. i actually live in pg
3. zacrivalry is my first fanfic
4. my fav Essen is cheese
5. i have one brother
6. im EXTREMLEY clumsy
7. my best Friends are jojo, scotlyn, delphie, hannah, and nikki
8. i HATE beliebt people they sooooo prissy
9. i have braces the two Farben i have are always red and purple
10. my fav of the two tallest is purple
11.my nickname at school is ic
12. i Liebe fisch and marine animals
13. i have straight A's
14. i think Schreiben Fan fiction is AWESOME
15. my fav iz pairings are zadr, datr, and sagr
(this is not to copy anyone oder anything i thought it might get my fanfic zacr some Mehr views:)
2. i actually live in pg
3. zacrivalry is my first fanfic
4. my fav Essen is cheese
5. i have one brother
6. im EXTREMLEY clumsy
7. my best Friends are jojo, scotlyn, delphie, hannah, and nikki
8. i HATE beliebt people they sooooo prissy
9. i have braces the two Farben i have are always red and purple
10. my fav of the two tallest is purple
11.my nickname at school is ic
12. i Liebe fisch and marine animals
13. i have straight A's
14. i think Schreiben Fan fiction is AWESOME
15. my fav iz pairings are zadr, datr, and sagr
(this is not to copy anyone oder anything i thought it might get my fanfic zacr some Mehr views:)
I Liebe the humble silence of this street,
embellished with quiet trees,
where no soul has ever gone by,
except that of the wind...
Clouds pause to look at the street
with their heavenly eyes,
and they can tell, Von looking at the leaves
whether Fall oder Winter have settled their realm.
I Liebe the humble silence of this street
embellished with quiet trees
along which I walked on so many Sundays
with my small grove of rememberences...
When I die, my friend, the best of me
will survive in this street:
the concealed rose of my regrets
and the roaming Musik of my dreams...
*NOTE: THIS POEM IS NOT MINE, THIS POEM BELONGS TO: Francisco Lopez Merino*
embellished with quiet trees,
where no soul has ever gone by,
except that of the wind...
Clouds pause to look at the street
with their heavenly eyes,
and they can tell, Von looking at the leaves
whether Fall oder Winter have settled their realm.
I Liebe the humble silence of this street
embellished with quiet trees
along which I walked on so many Sundays
with my small grove of rememberences...
When I die, my friend, the best of me
will survive in this street:
the concealed rose of my regrets
and the roaming Musik of my dreams...
*NOTE: THIS POEM IS NOT MINE, THIS POEM BELONGS TO: Francisco Lopez Merino*