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I also write poetry. Here's an example, "The Hobbit" - http://stihi.ru/2010/03/28/2387. It's not finished yet, but that's just a matter of time.
An excerpt from the beginning...
In a land unknown and far,
A hole in the ground there was.
It was always dry and warm,
And mold did not bloom there.
In that hole, a hobbit lived,
Spent his days, welcomed guests.
He spent his time calmly,
And didn't go far to wander.
At the entrance, a door, behind it a tunnel:
Along the wall - a panel lies.
The floor is covered with an expensive carpet,
And chairs hardly stand on it.
And on both sides - a row of doors:
Here, the smell of the kitchen, the sleep of the bedrooms,
Here - the splash of the bathrooms, the shine of the dining rooms,
And in the cellars - the weight of the preserves.
To the left - a row of the best rooms,
In all the windows, a view of the garden,
And on the distant meadows,
That the river's banks caress.
An excerpt from the beginning...
In a land unknown and far,
A hole in the ground there was.
It was always dry and warm,
And mold did not bloom there.
In that hole, a hobbit lived,
Spent his days, welcomed guests.
He spent his time calmly,
And didn't go far to wander.
At the entrance, a door, behind it a tunnel:
Along the wall - a panel lies.
The floor is covered with an expensive carpet,
And chairs hardly stand on it.
And on both sides - a row of doors:
Here, the smell of the kitchen, the sleep of the bedrooms,
Here - the splash of the bathrooms, the shine of the dining rooms,
And in the cellars - the weight of the preserves.
To the left - a row of the best rooms,
In all the windows, a view of the garden,
And on the distant meadows,
That the river's banks caress.
