Life is like a fresh blanket of snow
Beautiful as it comes
Sorrowful as it goes
it sparkles in the sun like gold
It is something to love and hold
No Matter what happens
Our love shall not be flattened
For whenever you go
I shall remember the snow.
Beautiful as it comes
Sorrowful as it goes
it sparkles in the sun like gold
It is something to love and hold
No Matter what happens
Our love shall not be flattened
For whenever you go
I shall remember the snow.
I posted this in search for criticism, nice ones please..
Because I saw this:
Intermediate Oekaki
For experienced artists looking for some criticism and commentary from other artists
So, yeah... I drew a picture of my character Pyry (Meaning: Snow Storm) the poem is more of him just thinking about his family whom he lost ten years ago.
© The drawing is mine.
© Pyry is mine.
© And the poem is mine.
Ref for the Snowflake: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW0fHcfb-L4/S ... tals_1.jpg