Question

write any English song or poem in your own ideas not copy from any movies or album


Can anyone write this please help me please......
I will make the best answer in the brainlist
Please.....​

Answer 1

Answer:

I want you to know

one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look

at the crystal moon, at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats

that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly

you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners

that passes through my life,

and you decide

to leave me at the shore

of the heart where I have roots,

remember

that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.

Explanation:

I have learnt this poem 5 years ago

Answer 2

Brother and Sister

SISTER, sister, go to bed!

Go and rest your weary head."

Thus the prudent brother said.

"Do you want a battered hide,

Or scratches to your face applied?"

Thus his sister calm replied.

"Sister, do not raise my wrath.

I'd make you into mutton broth

As easily as kill a moth"

The sister raised her beaming eye

And looked on him indignantly

And sternly answered, "Only try!"

Off to the cook he quickly ran.

"Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan

To me as quickly as you can."

And wherefore should I lend it you?"

"The reason, Cook, is plain to view.

I wish to make an Irish stew."

"What meat is in that stew to go?"

"My sister'll be the contents!"

"Oh"

"You'll lend the pan to me, Cook?"

"No!"

Summary of the poem in my own words:

When I read this, it clearly reminded me of every little brother and sister.