Mirain
(#18278716)
Level 3 Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
28.82 m
Wingspan
18.76 m
Weight
7382.2 kg
Genetics
Emerald
Iridescent
Iridescent
Rose
Shimmer
Shimmer
Jungle
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 3 Imperial
EXP: 1391 / 1401
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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R E L A T I O N S
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Art by Kipa (#37037)
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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. |
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. |
Art by Kogosama (#43779)
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Art by Kangataroo
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GEFUNDEN
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Ich ging im Walde so vor mich hin, Und nichts zu suchen, das war mein Sinn. Im Schatten sah ich ein Blümlein stehn, Wie Sterne blinkend, wie Äuglein schön. Ich wollt es brechen, da sagt' es fein: Soll ich zum Welken gebrochen sein? Mit allen Wurzeln hob ich es aus, Und trugs zum Garten am hübschen Haus. Ich pflanzt es wieder am kühlen Ort; Nun zweigt und blüht es mir immer fort. |
THERE IS ANOTHER SKY
Emily Dickinson There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin, Never mind silent fields— Here is a little forest, Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum: Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come! |
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them. — Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine |
language tucked under the tongue
Jamela Dabuet Listen. I can never be anyone’s home. There is almost always too much growl. Always too much room for ache, not enough speak. Listen. This is language tucked under the tongue. This is too many folds of skin and not enough let me in. See this: a forest in the core of the bones, our winged truths trapped amid the overgrowth. See this: chest brimming with ghosts. Here is a question without the mark. Here is me listening for the sound of want. This is a hand with too much tremble, too much shake, and not enough mouth for saying, Listen. How beautiful we’d sound if you stay. |
Art by FairyoftheMoon (#36765)
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