

The Silence Before The Storm. The Silence Before The Storm.The Silence Before The Storm.
His chiseled face, Sonorous yet somnolent.
The beckoning brow, A threshold of age.
Where his smile did thrive, Until the summer winds came.
With ebb growing strong, He feverishly awaits.
To slay the great dragon, To finite his future.
The unfinished sonnet, His nightmare incomplete.
Onward went his pawns, In liquid grey.
Littoral he now stands, As squalls overtake.
Then with a lamentable thought, He primly goes fourth.
Bellow

i like yours tooo.
mwahahha
i realized you were on here, and decided a hello was necessary.
having fun?
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Your drawings are wonderful.
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