French Poetry
I’ve decided to start writing poetry in French…simply because it’s the only way I can keep it sharp. So here is my first poem…its pretty bad due to me only having two years of French…but it wouldnt make you puke. (English translation after poem)
Suivez-moi. Deverminagez.
Suivez-moi. Deverminagez.
La France.
Elle luit dans la lumière.
Allez-y.
Suivez-moi. Devermingez.
La république appelle.
Venez-lui.
Allez-y.
Suivez-moi. Deverminagez.
Rouge, blanc et bleu n’y sont pas les memes.
La tour est au-dessus de nos terres de ruine.
Allez-y.
Suivez-moi. Deverminagez.
Vous devez aller.
Nos terres sont triste.
Allez-y.
Follow me. Move.
France.
She glows in the light.
Go.
Follow me. Move.
The republic calls.
Come to her.
Go.
Follow me. Move.
Red, white and blue are not the same there.
The tower is above our lands of ruin.
Go.
Follow me. Move.
You must go.
Our lands are pathetic.
Go.