Every Day
Every morning when Grace open her eyes,she star at the ceiling.She lay here dreaming,waste the day away.
"I want to see you."she say.
But...you'll never know.
Grace close eyes,lay her dreaming.
Every Minute
Grace has a good friend.Her name was Muriel.
Muriel like going to park,there are so many butiful frowers,After school,she always comes to yard read some books and take care of her flowers with grace.
"Grace,what is you favorite flower?"she asks.
"I think I like rose."
"Rose?Me,too.They're stand for all the love."
All the love...and the friendship with you.
Every Breath
Today Grace feels very sad.Because 'll leave.
"Why?"
"Sorry,Grace.My parents will work to Italy,so..."
"I see..."
"Grace,you're my good friend.Don't sad.You can call me."
Grace is standing across from Muriel,don't speak.
She want to cry.
"Grace,we may have different ways to think,but it doesn't really matter,we all caught up in the steam,of this life.And,we like rose."
"...Yes."
Every Time
The old woman comes to her yard and admire the view,when she looks the rose,she degins crying.
50 years,I miss you.
How are you?
Conversations,not me at all,I was hesitating,only to fal.The world's flying by,our window outside.It is abig world.I want to hoid on to you,if you wanna go.
The rose are my heart.How would Iknow,you laugh,you sad,you boring,you angry.
I want to see you,you like my rose.
My friend,Muriel.
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