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BlueCynder [gallery] |
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by BlueCynder » Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:30 am
ok, yeah its pretty crappy but hey i tried. and yes it took about a year to do

. nah, only joking i started it then i got bored and just did every once in a while so yeah it took ages. oops need a background......
Evening walks among the orchard,
She greets the dancing dusk,
A spirit of the air;
A lady, if you must,
Her dress a robe of twilight,
Her eyes awash with sun.
She places gems of water,
Along the grass, among
The apples fallen, withered
By her master, Autumn Sire,
Coloured in the lilac glow
Of Winter’s sharp satire.
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by BlueCynder » Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:38 am
ok, did a background. hmmmmm looks really bad....

Evening walks among the orchard,
She greets the dancing dusk,
A spirit of the air;
A lady, if you must,
Her dress a robe of twilight,
Her eyes awash with sun.
She places gems of water,
Along the grass, among
The apples fallen, withered
By her master, Autumn Sire,
Coloured in the lilac glow
Of Winter’s sharp satire.
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by BlueCynder » Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:03 am
i edited it a bit.

Evening walks among the orchard,
She greets the dancing dusk,
A spirit of the air;
A lady, if you must,
Her dress a robe of twilight,
Her eyes awash with sun.
She places gems of water,
Along the grass, among
The apples fallen, withered
By her master, Autumn Sire,
Coloured in the lilac glow
Of Winter’s sharp satire.
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by BlueCynder » Fri Aug 13, 2010 5:15 am
whoa, thanks. I did this moons ago ^^
Evening walks among the orchard,
She greets the dancing dusk,
A spirit of the air;
A lady, if you must,
Her dress a robe of twilight,
Her eyes awash with sun.
She places gems of water,
Along the grass, among
The apples fallen, withered
By her master, Autumn Sire,
Coloured in the lilac glow
Of Winter’s sharp satire.
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