My mother Yrda gave me a gift It was hand stitched It was a beautiful hooded dress A lovely shade of brown Perfect for travelling in Perfect to hide my face from spies Perfect to sit within nature and able to blend in
I within giây slipped it on It was a perfect fit I kissed her on the cheek Then paraded around in it
After hiển thị it off She braided my hair I pulled up my hood Carefully trying not to damage my hair
Fizzgig saw me leave on the border of the village He tried to catch me up I could hear him whinging behind me
I ran deeper into the swamps Fizzgig no longer behind me He must have...
I've written three out of five poems so far about Kira's life. It took me about three hours each to write these. Now technically they're too long to be poems and are thêm like mini-epic short stories but I've written them in verse form so there poems, deal with it!
Also I started nghề viết văn this before the news about the sequel came out so it's written as if the sequel doesn't exist.
Enjoy and if bạn like it, leave feedback! (If you're not big with the words, just a simple "I tình yêu it, please write more" would do just fine)
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