Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom detto quikly. fine all of te girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella detto in a sing song voice. lets go detto the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an ora k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
AT THE amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an ora k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted Amore and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.
It’s the color of you
te always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our arancia, arancio book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two arancia, arancio crayons
When everyone else was green
Then te left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
te were in the arancia, arancio field in the sky
te always detto was there.
The arancia, arancio of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though te left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone arancia, arancio in the rainbow
Without te here
I protect my own
Though I wish te were here
Now arancia, arancio is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
arancia, arancio will forever be our color
Even though death took te away
Forever arancia, arancio for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
te always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our arancia, arancio book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two arancia, arancio crayons
When everyone else was green
Then te left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
te were in the arancia, arancio field in the sky
te always detto was there.
The arancia, arancio of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though te left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone arancia, arancio in the rainbow
Without te here
I protect my own
Though I wish te were here
Now arancia, arancio is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
arancia, arancio will forever be our color
Even though death took te away
Forever arancia, arancio for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Violently, the ground shook,
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a veloce, swift dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, Amore and it’s people’s cries.
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a veloce, swift dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, Amore and it’s people’s cries.