السلام عليكم
هذي اول مشاركه لي فالمنتديات ومافي منتدى احلى من عروس
اتمنى القصه تنال اعجابكم
وهذي ترى من تاليفي وتاكدو حبيباتي
He Was a Part of My Life
It was a dull dark rainy day in the city. Its always raining up there, that’s why its always all year around its green. Looking out the window I noticed that rain or shine that bird sat there and sang a cheerful melody. I came to learn the song from the way he chirps and sings everyday.
I got used to the fact that every morning I open the curtain in my room and stare at the bird singing until I drifted beyond the horizon.
One day in the darkness and dullness of the afternoon a gun was fired. My drifts and thoughts ran to the back of my mind and all I noticed was the speed of the bird flying away as fast as possible and as afraid.
Minutes later the annoying noisy sound of police car and ambulance sirens rose as they came closer to the destination of the gun fire. I wasn’t really concerned about what happened back there I was very sad and upset about how the helpless innocent creature fly faster than the wind at the sound of the gun.
As the days went by my curtain remained shut. My exciting thrill for waking up in the morning to the sound of the singing bird disappeared. The melody vanished from my mind. I became lonely, depressed and desperate to the site and sound of the bird.
The days, weeks and years passed but window and curtain were still shut. That bird gave me the brightness of the sun that was hidden behind the clouds in that dull rainy and wet city. The bird was the part of my day that mattered the most. Its’ feathered black body with its silver feather just under beak where the pretties of all. The bird was more than a part of my day. He was a part of my life.
هذي اول مشاركه لي فالمنتديات ومافي منتدى احلى من عروس
اتمنى القصه تنال اعجابكم
وهذي ترى من تاليفي وتاكدو حبيباتي
He Was a Part of My Life
It was a dull dark rainy day in the city. Its always raining up there, that’s why its always all year around its green. Looking out the window I noticed that rain or shine that bird sat there and sang a cheerful melody. I came to learn the song from the way he chirps and sings everyday.
I got used to the fact that every morning I open the curtain in my room and stare at the bird singing until I drifted beyond the horizon.
One day in the darkness and dullness of the afternoon a gun was fired. My drifts and thoughts ran to the back of my mind and all I noticed was the speed of the bird flying away as fast as possible and as afraid.
Minutes later the annoying noisy sound of police car and ambulance sirens rose as they came closer to the destination of the gun fire. I wasn’t really concerned about what happened back there I was very sad and upset about how the helpless innocent creature fly faster than the wind at the sound of the gun.
As the days went by my curtain remained shut. My exciting thrill for waking up in the morning to the sound of the singing bird disappeared. The melody vanished from my mind. I became lonely, depressed and desperate to the site and sound of the bird.
The days, weeks and years passed but window and curtain were still shut. That bird gave me the brightness of the sun that was hidden behind the clouds in that dull rainy and wet city. The bird was the part of my day that mattered the most. Its’ feathered black body with its silver feather just under beak where the pretties of all. The bird was more than a part of my day. He was a part of my life.