Username:
Leafe
Name:
Yina
"Gi-in-a"
Art:
A headshot of this beauty ♥ ^...
with the paw (with magic) ^-^
Her favourite song:
click here c:
~this is her favourite song.
She don't know why,
she just always
liked this song.
♥
A Poem:
Spring Quiet
from
Christina Rossetti (from Verses, 1847)
Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing.
Where in the whitethom
Singeth a thrush,
And a robin sings
In the holly-bush.
Full of fresh scents
Are the budding boughs
Arching high over
A cool green house:
Full of sweet scents,
And whispering air
Which sayeth softly:
“We spread no snare;
“Here dwell in safety,
Here dwell alone,
With a clear stream
And a mossy stone.
“Here the sun shineth
Most shadily;
Here is heard an echo
Of the far sea,
Though far off it be.”
♥
♥
♥
good luck everyone ~
Leafe
Name:
Yina
"Gi-in-a"
Art:
A headshot of this beauty ♥ ^...
with the paw (with magic) ^-^
Her favourite song:
click here c:
~this is her favourite song.
She don't know why,
she just always
liked this song.
♥
A Poem:
Spring Quiet
from
Christina Rossetti (from Verses, 1847)
Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing.
Where in the whitethom
Singeth a thrush,
And a robin sings
In the holly-bush.
Full of fresh scents
Are the budding boughs
Arching high over
A cool green house:
Full of sweet scents,
And whispering air
Which sayeth softly:
“We spread no snare;
“Here dwell in safety,
Here dwell alone,
With a clear stream
And a mossy stone.
“Here the sun shineth
Most shadily;
Here is heard an echo
Of the far sea,
Though far off it be.”
♥
♥
♥
good luck everyone ~
