My 11-year-old nephew wrote the poem below. Read and be amazed and then search within yourself for such depth. I dare you.
by Joshua Hollander
Glistening in the sunshine, Half hidden in the trees, Toressent’s Pond’s murky, moldy green waters Still gleamed miraculously and beautifully on that distinguishing never-ending day The emerald liquid revealed her reflection She was so somnolent-looking, With the light satchel consistently drooping to her waist. Her name was Urea An ethereal name, as ethereal as the woman that was emerging from the water. For the past seven years she had been trying to get out To see the glorious world around her And that day just happened to be today.
I’ve been absent for some time, but now I remember why I used to love this site. Thanks, I’ll try and check back more often. How frequently you update your site?
Howdy, have you ever pondered to write regarding Nintendo or PS handheld?