My mother Yrda gave me a gift It was hand stitched It was a beautiful hooded dress A lovely shade of brown Perfect for travelling in Perfect to hide my face from spies Perfect to sit within nature and able to blend in
I within secondes slipped it on It was a perfect fit I kissed her on the cheek Then paraded around in it
After montrer it off She braided my hair I pulled up my hood
I've written three out of five poems so far about Kira's life. It took me about three hours each to write these. Now technically they're too long to be poems and are plus like mini-epic short stories but I've written them in verse form so there poems, deal with it!
Also I started écriture this before the news about the sequel came out so it's written as if the sequel doesn't exist.
Enjoy and if toi like it, leave feedback! (If you're not big with the words, just a simple "I l’amour it, please write more" would do just fine)