in sin pin no win
hopes
dashed
take no flash
in win take plenty
a kin
hopes
cash earnings of tin
however much
our wish
to tie happy
with ups
and begins with
outs
we are devout to
keen deavour
and mean nothing
but win
such is therein the motif
we sim into our hymn
paris
tes environs tapis
une atmosphère
ravie
c'est super
ta vie
Win once,
Fail once.
Win all,
Fail all.
For victories label
one Must rise
from a fall.
"We sat around, scratching the earth with our feet, half looking up for a sign of the end. And all the while it had long since come and gone." Alexi Murdoch
Indeed. Beauty beholds.Originally Posted by Shaman_Raman
paris
tes environs tapis
une atmosphère
ravie
c'est super
ta vie
Much more creative is your poem, cacian. There's those who spoon feed, and those who let others hunt themselves. I'm a spoon feeder, haha.
"We sat around, scratching the earth with our feet, half looking up for a sign of the end. And all the while it had long since come and gone." Alexi Murdoch
Shaman what you wrote is creative and amasing. I enjoyed it because it was just the right amount and you do that naturally i noticed.
I am sure we all spoon feed but we all eventually take off. It is just a matter of time.
paris
tes environs tapis
une atmosphère
ravie
c'est super
ta vie
I love it, very inspiring.
sonatadesign thank you
paris
tes environs tapis
une atmosphère
ravie
c'est super
ta vie
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