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BlueCynder [gallery] |
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by BlueCynder » Mon Dec 14, 2009 7:54 am
i think i did good in this one! except for a messed up leg (the front one) and i wasnt sure how the eyes should be so didnt put any on, lol im pleased how it came out.

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 RibFace » Mon Dec 14, 2009 8:06 am
WOW
Woman came from Man's ribs. A boy views a girl like a book.
He broke her heart,
Not his head to be superior; If he isn't interested in the cover,
She broke his Xbox,
not his feet to be walked on; He won't bother to look inside.
Who cried harder?
but from the side to be equal; (Sad but true)
under the arm to be protected;
and next to the heart to be loved.
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by BlueCynder » Mon Dec 14, 2009 8:50 am
thanks! i dont think it deserves a WOW
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 » Mon Dec 14, 2009 9:13 am
you guys are so nice! thank you!
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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