Trying to write something, but often a disaster. Mainly short poetry.
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From the Yellowstone to the South of the States, a long road runs the landscape - it penetrates through many secrets of our loved presided
By Francis L3 years ago in Poets
Well ! I smell I can tell Hidden in a dell Something that do yell And I can hear from my shell. A strange animal's screaming,
The sun embraces the moon The fun encounters the spoon One dun squires for one last loon And the run stopped afternoon ; "She has gone, she is gone. Her smiling face no longer shines." Thus think the crowd, "Her tone Will be missing. For many lines."
High above the sky, a light might shine. Elucidation in many eyes Addictive - and everything is fine. Vivid, childlike, this fire relies
They two passed the first round as five years ago, now they step to the ground and let their mind go. This is time for clarification, this is time to show conviction.
In short a smack shot him. His family was powerful and It helped him to flourish and succeed ; He took into iron fist the Land Then provided to more than one need.
Colors are gone along the mass Right, the time has been running keen Also the party quits - a kind of spleen Zooms close their ways - such does stop a bass
No hump, no dump A clear ocean shows A few thrums plump Before one ship flees... A great view aligns : Waves and trees For the knees... What are the fees? The coming frees! Now jump! Happy jump! Life is a trump - Jump! Jump! Jump! Yeh! Jump!
A summer leaf is falling After running and rolling I, drinking a cup of tea Picture its too swift ending A summer leaf is flying Up in the sky and swirling I, slurping toward the sea Watch its slow tender swinging
By Francis L4 years ago in Poets
Three roots for one birth - for sure Belgium and France But also Argentina makes the difference. Papers have one time - and so the golden stars Those are causes to shelter down into bars
Our pray' goes to the mass The house senses real peace One freedom with true grass Where great men feel at ease ; Our pray includes the bass For sure will never cease From time of its release Now it will always pass ;
When stranger people come in here Eating as before, drinking beer Such a thing won't last or adhere Each inch lost front of islamism Ends into rest for pacifism
