the water, like a glass between-
the other world, and me
here i am, in this imprisonment-
the rivers, bars of my cage
i swim-
but never can i break the surface.
what deed have i done-
to deserve such a punishment?
yet, i rest in contentment-
knowing that, imprisoned may i be-
still beauty hangs nearby!
the drooping blossoms of the trees-
leave trailing petals upon the lake.
The creature peered out from behind a boulder. Its single red eye glinted in the moonlight. There was nothing but darkness where the other eye should’ve been.
Je suis un corbeau avec un plumage noir. J’aime les bijoux. J’aime aller au parc. Je vois une femme avec un collier. Je veux le collier.
Alors, je fondre sur elle et prendre le collier. Je suis un content corbeau!
Now, I know it may seem common, even shallow —
to answer with such a simple thing,
but 'tis what draws my heart —
the Fox, silver fur, dancing in moonlight.
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