Ever-blooming iris
Sits upon a sandy hill
The never ending harsh wind
Blowing through its velvet petals
Unspoken
-Luna
A snowflake falls
From the dark grey sky
The North Wind catchs it gracefully
The snowflakes song is heard
My favorite song
-Luna
About Me
- deerie
- I LOVE DEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1 comment:
It's really pretty, Luna, buddy.
Hey...
I know this has nothing to do with the poems (WHICH ARE BEAUTIFUL AND AWESOMEFUL IN EVERY WAY AND FORM, I CANNOT STRESS THAT ENOUGH)
But for your Mew? Mew Luna, you, that is.... I came up with ways for you to call your staff, pretty weapon thingy, and the battle cry for it, it's in Italian, for you.
the weapon-Canna Della Luna (cane of the moon)
the cry- moonlight ondata di neve (moonlight wave of night).
it has nothing to do with the poem (COUGH-COUGH STRESSING THE AWESOMENESS OF THEM COUGH-COUGH). I thought you should have a say in what it is, and how you'd like it.
-Ishiko
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