Well, well. It's that time of year again. NaPo! Let's see how I go.
Poetry to come.
Enjoy~
~Scar. <3
1.a As They Pass.
A dash of black and brown,
dancing across the dull grass
with the sound of thunder
as they pass,
and a blur of colour against
an early dawning sky.
Red and white, beige and cream,
a dash of silver on the side,
glimpsed between the trees,
almost lost between the green, brown
of the forest, and snowy white
of the light dusting of cold
on a mountain valley floor.
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