Behold in my sight
A snowy capped mountain
And crystallized lakes.
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Deasun T. Smyth
I’m a First Nations 16 year old young man, probably an old soul (not that there's anything wrong with that). I live in Saskatchewan, and I love reading, writing, conlanging, and collecting sarcastic T-shirts.
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I see a Mountain
I see a mountain Jutting up, purple and grey Now I see a bee. Dear Reader: I hope you like my haiku, It's my first time trying this Japanese writing form; and I love it! This art really speaks to me, and 2 days ago I didn't even knew it existed.
By Deasun T. Smythabout a year ago in Poets
Midnight
60 seconds… 59 seconds… Time was slipping through his fingers, though he clawed at the falling grains of sand, he could not stop the hourglass from flowing. Around him, the silence was deafening. He had taken over every screen in the command centre, putting the terrible seconds before the terrified eyes of his friends and comrades.
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