No added visuals this time, just the silent sound of my voice through bolded text...... lol But anyways, the following piece is going to be a little mix of two languages. French and English!! There's no translation below, it simply is as it is; it is whatever you get from it.
The little tree beneath the frost—
Someone said they wanted to fix it.
Elle voudrait restauré what she had lost
Mais il n'y a pas un façon pour le rétablir .
Ce qui est violé ; ce qui est irrécupérable
You cannot interfere with the season's cost
L'arbre au-dessous du givre—
There it sits,
Frozen over.
Poetry featuring a little addition from those high school French days last year lol. Anyways thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! :) If you're reading this, thanks so much for reading this book, I truly appreciate it.
Have a lovely week
- MJ
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