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Lovely SMS, Text Messages

The dream ,I don’t want to wake up alive . . .

The dream ,I don’t want to wake up alive . . .

If I say that you re the prettiest of all
Don’t believe in my words,
If I say I love you more than my life,
Dispose it without thinking twice.
If I say I would give away the whole world
Just know that I've been crossing my figures.
If I nail down in front of you asking your hand
Refuse me without any hesitation
Just because I am in a dream,
In a dream makes me do unexpected,
That I am not very sure of
It was so hard for me to figure it out
What is the dream I am in
Finally I did it..
Its you the dream, I don’t want to wake up alive . . .

Poem by - Sanjeewa K

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Posted by Sanjeewa K on Thursday, April 19, 2007 at 21:09 Comments (2)

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The brightest future will always be based on . . .

Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Thursday, April 19, 2007 at 20:22 Comments (0)

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The Trouble Tree . . .

The Trouble Tree . . .

The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farm house had just finished a
rough first day on the job. A flat tire had caused him to miss an hour of work, his
electric saw quit, and now his ancient pick-up truck refused to start.

As I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. When we arrived he invited me in to
meet his family. As we walked to the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree,
touching the tips of the branches with both hands. When opening the door he underwent
an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles; he hugged his two
small children and gave his wife a kiss.

Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed by the tree and my curiosity got the better
of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.

"Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't help having troubles on the job,
but one thing's for sure, they don't belong in the house with my wife and children. So, I just
hang them on the tree when I come home in the evening and then I just pick them up again in the morning."

"Funny thing, though," he smiled, "when I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there ain't
nearly as many as I remembered hanging there the night before." . . .

Story by - Unknown
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Posted by Unknown on Monday, April 16, 2007 at 20:20 Comments (0)

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Smiling Thru Da Storm . . .

Smiling Thru Da Storm . . .

There was a little girl who walked to and from school every day.
One day, though the weather that morning was questionable and
clouds were forming, she set out on her daily trek to the elementary
school.

As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up, along with thunder
and lightning. Her mother was concerned that her daughter would be
frightened as she walked home from school and she herself feared that
the electrical storm might harm her child.

Following the roar of thunder, lightning, like a flaming sword, was cutting
through the sky. Concerned, the mother quickly got into her car and drove
along the route to her child's school. As she did so, she saw her little girl
walking along, but at each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up
and smile at the sky.

Another and another flash of lighning followed and with each the little girl
would look up at the streak of light and smile. The mother pulled her car
up beside the child, and she lowered the window and called to her, "What
are you doing? Why do you keep stopping?"

The little girl answered, "I am trying to look pretty! God keeps taking my
picture." . . .

Story by - Unknown
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Posted by Unknown on Monday, April 16, 2007 at 01:54 Comments (3)

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Something I never feel before . . .

Something I never feel before . . .

I'm watching you every night
And I waited for so long
I've been living on our memories
In a world where we were one
And you told me you could make it on your own
I’m waiting till that come to me.

You came into my life
Sent from haven
when I lost all hopes
You showed me love
I'm lucky to have girl like you

I'm watching you tonight
And it's making me cry
When I lost you , I lost everything
But our love should never die
Not mine , my love is born to be your love
But the moment when I see you ,I feel you are mine
co’z you're there.. in my soul

I’m watching you every night
Sometimes it makes me cry
Sometimes it makes me smile
Sometimes it makes me feel so good
Something I never feel before . . .

Poem by - Mahesh De Silva
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Posted by Mahesh De Silva on Sunday, April 15, 2007 at 21:44 Comments (1)

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My butterfly . . .

My butterfly . . .

Wonder why I thought,
You are a butterfly,
Wonder why I felt,
You as a butterfly!

Never knew that,
I would find,
Warm and comfort,
Between your wings!

Am I lucky,
Or more than that,
Never knew that,
Ive been loved this much . . .

Poem by - Sanjeewa K
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Posted by Sanjeewa K on Sunday, April 15, 2007 at 21:39 Comments (1)

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Warm wishes for Sinhala New Year . . .

Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Wednesday, April 11, 2007 at 19:53 Comments (0)

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