.
Fall mists writhe in dawn
Seeking entry in chilled dance
Warmth denies them gain
.
Fall mists writhe in dawn
Seeking entry in chilled dance
Warmth denies them gain
.
"It would seem that you have no useful skill or talent whatsoever," he said. "Have you thought of going into teaching?"
Tourist, Rincewind decided, meant "idiot".
On nights such as these the gods, as has already been pointed out, play games other than chess with the fates of mortals and the thrones of kings. It is important to remember that they always cheat, right up to the end...
3 comments:
Good one! But I liked the one you submitted as well.
Short, sweet, and to the point!
Morning light
Autumn's dawn beckons
Dew fading into mist.
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