Everynight, I prefer to look at the sky to watch the stars above. I guess thats my personality, definitely I love night more than I love days. . Actually even my self cant explain how weird my thoughts and feelings are. . but when the time comes that I dont have someone to lean on, I just simply look at the stars and and feel their presence and ambience together with me. . One peice of poetry in our subject caught ny attention (She walks in beauty by Lord Bylon) I was mesmerized by the lyrics and meaning of it. . Well I dont believe that darkness symbolize sorrow . . just like the other people says, "black is beauty".. we just need to appreciate it, like the night. . The beauty of one thing is not in the physical aspect but on how you value and appreciate it. .
just wanna post this. . as my own interpretation to the poem. . 'she walks in beauty"
. .my dream variation is to fling my arms wide in some place of the sun. .to whril and yo sing till the quik day is done. . then rest at the cool and pale evening beneath a tall tree while night comes on gently, dark like me. .
Francia, Joan P.
BEEd-11B
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