The silence of snow-covered night,
The gray of the shadowed white moon,
It looks over all in its sight--
Rien existe sous la lune.
The grasping black tree branches bare,
The sweet scent of icy, soft snow,
The deep blue clouds shift slightly there--
La mer sous le bateau.
10 comments:
Magnifique mon amie! Magnifique! :)
Merci, mon amie, merci! :D
I realize my actual French sucks, but I at least tried, in honour of the lovely poem... :)
I appreciate your efforts. ;)
And your U. :D
Well, you know Frankie, she ALWAYS tries to please. ;)
She sure does. And encourages others to do the same, eh? ;)
Indeed she does. :)
I'm sure I'm not the only one glad to hear that. ;) :D
ROFL! I sure hope you're not... :P
Because that would be sad. For multiple reasons. :D
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