mountains tower over the valley,
yielding shadows.
heat empties the river, and
everything is dry,
and the wind roars,
rose bushes cover the hills,
this is the valley of my heart.
Posted in response to the challenge Acrostic.
mountains tower over the valley,
yielding shadows.
heat empties the river, and
everything is dry,
and the wind roars,
rose bushes cover the hills,
this is the valley of my heart.
Posted in response to the challenge Acrostic.
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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