Construct/compose atleast one example Isleof prose and poetry.
PROSE
➤ For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened – then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.
➤ I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
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POETRY
➤ In all chaotic beauty lies a wounded work of art.
Beautiful but torn, wreaking havoc on my heart.
Camouflaged by insecurities, blinded by it all.
I love the way you sit there and barely notice me at all.
➤ Time doesn’t heal wounds to make you forget.
It doesn’t heal wounds to erase the memories.
Time leaves you with a scar to remind you of how you fought through it.
Time leaves you with a scar to remind you of how you bled
and how you survived.
You survived.
(ノ^_^)ノ
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Construct/compose atleast one example Isleof prose and poetry.
PROSE
➤ For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened – then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.
➤ I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
________________________________
POETRY
➤ In all chaotic beauty lies a wounded work of art.
Beautiful but torn, wreaking havoc on my heart.
Camouflaged by insecurities, blinded by it all.
I love the way you sit there and barely notice me at all.
➤ Time doesn’t heal wounds to make you forget.
It doesn’t heal wounds to erase the memories.
Time leaves you with a scar to remind you of how you fought through it.
Time leaves you with a scar to remind you of how you bled
and how you survived.
You survived.
(ノ^_^)ノ