
2011/8/22
"Oh, my dear,
where are you from?
And where are you going?
Is my song stale?
Or my heart broke?
Tell me, tell me."
"Oh, my dear,
where are you from?
And where are you going?
Is my song stale?
Or my heart broke?
Tell me, tell me."
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 500 x 580px
File Size 198.2 kB
Both drawing and poem are beautiful.
To reply to the pome.
I live in a city of great beauty an knowlage and
that I am off to fight a battle over seas to defend my country
from tyranny.
No, your song is not stale, it is beautiful as the song
from a white dove in early morning.
Your heart is not broken, it shines bright as the stars
in the night sky.
For the reason why I am leaving for battle is because I would like
free my country and to come back to be with you so that
I know that we will be safe to gether for the rest of our lives.
To reply to the pome.
I live in a city of great beauty an knowlage and
that I am off to fight a battle over seas to defend my country
from tyranny.
No, your song is not stale, it is beautiful as the song
from a white dove in early morning.
Your heart is not broken, it shines bright as the stars
in the night sky.
For the reason why I am leaving for battle is because I would like
free my country and to come back to be with you so that
I know that we will be safe to gether for the rest of our lives.
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