, Super Pickle Chapter Twelve - Pickles and the Witch Deep in the Bei Mountain, there indeed lived an old witch. This witch, due to years of not brushing her teeth, had a terrible breath. Her servants couldn't stand her halitosis; they either got sick from it or ran away after working for just a few days. With no one to serve her, the old witch had to live alone. She resided deep inside a cave in the mountain. Unless she came out herself, it was very hard for ordinary people to find her. However, there was a landmark near where she lived.
Who am I
Category: Poetry Added Time: March 31, 2011 12:25:07 Source: Shanshan Clicks: 18
I flow through time
I weave through fleeting years
I momentarily sparkle in the long river of history
I question and contemplate within a thousand years of culture
Who am I, who calls me
Don't ask me where I come from
I am the fireflies in the sky
I am the moths in time
I am a life that disappears instantly
I am a flower bloomed by nature
I am the inheritance of human culture
I am the result of natural grace
I call myself a human
Or simply, me