Thinks *~_

**Rishawyn** · Admin Character sheet 1: Rinta 2: Pejgolt

Snow is so pretty :3 .
I wonder why it is so cold tho.
Mrah.It's just as they told me.
All that is good for you,tastes bad or hurts at first.
Truth?Maybe.
-a stag runs by- ...
Boring,it is.
The snow is so pretty and so cold at the same time.
Not fair.
Why?Cant we change the world?
No.But we can try to make it a better place.
It is always like that.
Snow falls,and its beauty charms you.
But then,you realize that its cold and hurts.
I like it hire.
So nice.
Just lay around and relax.
But.
No.Not that nice.
The air is nice and pretty warm.
But the ground is cold.
I wish there were someone else hire.
To just lay by my side and keep me warm.
Or maybe not.
It would disturb me and it wouldn't feel the way it does now.
I like this.
Kinda.The pond looks so calm.
I like the way snow disappears when it touches it.
Nice.Nice and cool.
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Too often we loose sight of life's simple pleasures. Remember, when someone annoys you, it takes 42 muscles in your face to frown, BUT, it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and slap that mother#$@%#^! upside the head. XD

**dindra** · Character sheet 1: Dindra 2: Mikerize

i luv it!

but is it a poem or what? confused

**Rishawyn** · Admin Character sheet 1: Rinta 2: Pejgolt

deer only

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Too often we loose sight of life's simple pleasures. Remember, when someone annoys you, it takes 42 muscles in your face to frown, BUT, it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and slap that mother#$@%#^! upside the head. XD

**Liëka** · Character sheet 1: Iranu 2: Uvavu

Snow. I love snow... When it's newly-fallen, and there are no footprints, everything is equal. There is no better or worse, no good or evil, no nothing except cleanliness. Underneath, there is harshness and hardness, but underneath there is also astonishing beauty. We all must succumb to the dangers and the bliss of variety, but for now, let us breath in deep, one long slow breath, and take a piece of this crisp, sharp, magical whiteness with us within us to remember the time before the fawn trampled, the squirrel dug up, and the sun of the Twin God's melted what was too pure for our humble eyes.

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