Buranko

I'm in (≧▽≦)

and trying to swim is the proper way to write southern poetry.

like lion, like lamb, the friendly gazes of a desperate sunset

it says carry on, the wind, mocking my attempts of fighting with it

yearly, we harvest white tears of pain and sorrow; they don't care.

HELL YEA CONGRATS GEM, I WAS SO SURPRISED YOU GOT FEATURED, THOUGHT YOU WERE ONE SINCE AGES AGO

4 october 2021 Changed :>

I'm in Completed: 10/50 Number of Challenges Completed : Type of Work Review an essay Review a short story: Review a song Review a script Review a work from the ...

DEEP PINK LESSGO

Here you go, the poem which won me the lottery I had a dog Named Lune And my dad bought her a chair With a lot of pillows and Soft ...

Ah! A long time ago my wisdom Has surpassed mortal boundaries, That is why, never have I expected to leave from, My incredible dome of schemes. Beware! My tongue is ...

My allergies are really messing with me

"Only know profit" The father bear told his son Slurping fresh honey

Buranko, huge poetry fan, lover of random stuff, tea addict. Often found surfing the internet he gets inspired by anything and loves to draw random quick poems in a virtual ...

Guarding nature's gates They shed pink tears of joy On the wrinkled cheeks.