My Lovely Thoghts
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Iran, Islamic Republic Of
December 16, 2009
My pretty rose tree
A flower offered to me,
Such a flower as may never bore;
But I said I've a pretty rose tree,
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were were my only delight.
(William Blake)
I am here again after three months, I do not know that I am lucky or unlucky that I found this chence to write again here! and I do not know if it is the last time or no!
let's forget about it and enjoy our present time.
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