• Van het leven kenden wij slechts de dood.




    In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row on row
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amid the guns below.

    We are the dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
    Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders fields.

    Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ye break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders fields.


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    [ bericht aangepast op 1 mei 2014 - 16:45 ]


    “To live will be an awfully big adventure.”

    De proloog. (:


    “To live will be an awfully big adventure.”

    Oh, ik dacht dat Poppies haar username veranderd had :'D Anyway, ik ga even een kijkje nemen ^^


    Even as we grieved, we grew; even as we hurt, we hoped; even as we tired, we tried

    Lacville schreef:
    Oh, ik dacht dat Poppies haar username veranderd had :'D Anyway, ik ga even een kijkje nemen ^^

    Haha, nope, niet dat. (;
    Doe maar, hoor! ;3


    “To live will be an awfully big adventure.”