1. Semester break is coming in a week time, and I'll be more active on dA (hopefully), and I'll be featuring more and commenting more. Weee~
2. I changed my icon, it's done by Pinocchio-kun. Milk is actually incorporated in the pink and white dress. The white hamster and the munched background (which looks like waffle, haha) is the Pie. The black rabbit and white hamster is a pair with Pinocchio-kun.
Go check it out!
3. I'm replying to the messages you guys sent me this whole day because it's a holiday, yiipeee. Thank you for being so sweet!
4. Here's a little feature from my recent favs:
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But none of those words can describe
Owl of the forestTangle of branches,
spangle of lights.
Moment so vital,
start of the flight.
Glow of the moonlight,
on forest below.
Strength of the hunter,
soft as the snow.
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Wind Chimes ~Commish~Flowing through the breeze
Are melancholy tunes
Played by the harp of the wind
Strummed by the harp of the wind
The 4thYou stand there
Once the fuse is lite
There is nothing you can do to stop it
Just watch as the flame shoots into the dark sky
At a safe distance you watch as the small rocket explodes
Into thousands of bright shards of light
You eyes light up, your mouth agape
You can't help but give a little jump of joy
You you softly bite your lip
And shake your fists lightly, exited for the next one
Memories flash inside your mind of the past years
You are pulled back out of your past dreams by a loud whistle
Another line of sparks shoot acrossed the night sky
Like a yellow streak of paint crossed a black canvas
As the finale concludes, a loud cheer erupts from the audience
Almost as loud as the explosions them selves
You to join in
Another year of tradition complete
And just seconds later you begin to wonder
What does next year have in store
Have a happy 4th of July and stay safe,
Mockingbirda sad little mocking bird
trills a song for its mate
in the lone hours of mid night
on the wrought-iron gate
and the wind wails duets
with the ghosts in the trees
and they seem to be saying
that the bird it is me
as my memory wanders
to those days long ago
and I sigh as I wonder
at the winter and snow
summer flew promptly
in the blink of an eye
and youth goes just same
without chance for goodbye
Like love everlasting
frays quickly and ends
Only those good with needles
can make the amends
While I sigh as I wonder
at my age and the snow
while my memory wanders
to days long ago
a sad little mockingbird
sits on the gate
And it sings a sad song
for its lost little mate.
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