Cat2202 wrote:i dont mean to be rude to Die Lille, but can you do mine because I am not a very patient person. lol.
Cat2202 wrote:i dont mean to be rude to Die Lille, but can you do mine because I am not a very patient person. lol.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I feel wet snow on my
cold, dry skin as
the darkness starts
to settle in.The
stars shine bright
to lead my way.
Through tall, snow
covered trees which
bend and sway in
the breeze.My heart
tells me in hours this
day will be past,
when the nighttime
comes to me slowly
at last. I am back in
the snow so pristine
and clean, but
sadness shows me it
was only
a dream.
BilboBagginsis wrote:BilboBagginsis wrote:Username:BilboBagginsis
Horse name:Zaroa
Horse color:a deep red cherry bay with some dappling black dapples
Jewel color:black
reference picture:sorry don't have one
Horse markings(say none if none):black crawling up right front leg
Horse age:3 1/2
Horse gender:mare
Horse size (big rabbit or small deer):small deer
Artist you would like to make your horse:de lile
Payment: I will pay once I see it it will be rare
Hey secretariat you can do this one I am getting tired of waiting for Dr lile
-secretariatforever- wrote:BilboBagginsis wrote:BilboBagginsis wrote:Username:BilboBagginsis
Horse name:Zaroa
Horse color:a deep red cherry bay with some dappling black dapples
Jewel color:black
reference picture:sorry don't have one
Horse markings(say none if none):black crawling up right front leg
Horse age:3 1/2
Horse gender:mare
Horse size (big rabbit or small deer):small deer
Artist you would like to make your horse:de lile
Payment: I will pay once I see it it will be rare
Hey secretariat you can do this one I am getting tired of waiting for Dr lile
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I feel wet snow on my
cold, dry skin as
the darkness starts
to settle in.The
stars shine bright
to lead my way.
Through tall, snow
covered trees which
bend and sway in
the breeze.My heart
tells me in hours this
day will be past,
when the nighttime
comes to me slowly
at last. I am back in
the snow so pristine
and clean, but
sadness shows me it
was only
a dream.
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