The BalconyShe sat upon the balcony, a stony face all silk and ebony. Hair like ash and honey, With eyes of liquid money.The Balcony
She was smiling.
I was willing To take ahold her offering. I was captured to ascending, As she spiraled to decending. Then we were meeting.
Yet she, shy, turned And my heart, it burned As I leaned Upon her balcony, I learned What meant it be to be The sun in chase of a moon, Through hollow nights of ebony.
Younger Sister
I will watch your work, I have seen your drawings and I must say: respect.
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On a day like today
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intense shading!
Those are some amazing drawings. Your shading is very well-done. I really like "Chaos" especially.
I think I must watch you from here on in. I hope you don't mind ^^
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