I give up! I have the wierdest English language cum English Literature teacher EVER (His name is Mr Zahari, so you could probably guess my country)! He first asks me for my address(he knows it) and then he asks me for my birthday so that he can give me an "ear-digger" to dig my ear-shit. I know I misheard a few words like "press" and other words I will not mention, but still. Why do you need to know my human birthdate?!
Anyway, I don't know what title to use, so... On with my poem... I think...
The night turns silent,
the grey abyss compliant,
the time has come,
dawn falls, all is done.
The frigid ice swoops around,
bringing all to the ground,
snow so black,
noon has left, guess who's back?
The shadow creep the floor,
hoping to devour more,
the silent speaks all,
dusk is here, run or fall!
The mountains listen to cries,
the lake once life now dies,
the flora and fauna hide,
come dusk, listen and abide.
Reflections
10 years ago
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