Writing
I publish my short stories on http://www.scribd.com/ldalile
Black Jack
It was black with sparkling eyes
It was skinny, it ran for miles
In the wilds where it belonged
In the fields where it was born
Oh how strong its voice when it neighed…
And how beautiful its hair looked when it flew away…
My horse followed me all the time
It never left me at any night
It was beautiful, it was black
That’s why I called it Black Jack.
"I saw a movie called Black Beauty it was about horses, and that's what inspired me to write this poem."
Fairy land
For every and a day
In the wild jungle and anywhere,
Thereby the roses will never die,
And the sun might never rise…
Thou the world is a beautiful art… the world is an ornament…
The world looks fresh through this gaudy spring...
And the fowls are flying through humbling trees…
Feathered creatures and bees…
But thou, the human might not see…
You can’t make a famine in this time,
Wherefore this day is really bright…
And the jungle is singing, although in the night…
Pity the world, there is a lot of foe…
And the orbs are shinning directly in the eye... hanging a pearl in every blossom’s ear…
Black Jack
It was black with sparkling eyes
It was skinny, it ran for miles
In the wilds where it belonged
In the fields where it was born
Oh how strong its voice when it neighed…
And how beautiful its hair looked when it flew away…
My horse followed me all the time
It never left me at any night
It was beautiful, it was black
That’s why I called it Black Jack.
"I saw a movie called Black Beauty it was about horses, and that's what inspired me to write this poem."
Fairy land
For every and a day
In the wild jungle and anywhere,
Thereby the roses will never die,
And the sun might never rise…
Thou the world is a beautiful art… the world is an ornament…
The world looks fresh through this gaudy spring...
And the fowls are flying through humbling trees…
Feathered creatures and bees…
But thou, the human might not see…
You can’t make a famine in this time,
Wherefore this day is really bright…
And the jungle is singing, although in the night…
Pity the world, there is a lot of foe…
And the orbs are shinning directly in the eye... hanging a pearl in every blossom’s ear…